Personal Narrative : My Birthday Party

That morning I was so happy and filled with excitement. I came into school and everyone was happy to see me. Even people I barely knew were happy to greet me with a sincere birthday congratulations. It was awesome because I had so many new friends and all of us were joyful on that day.

“Me too, oh my gosh I have been waiting for like 8 months ever since the trailer came out,” replies Lauren.

I would like to talk about celebration of my 36th birthday. October 20th was a regular Friday mooring for me. I was a bit nervous because I had the final exam of my Psychology class, I felt ready and prepared but tense at the same time plus the morning traffic was not helping at all, on my mind the only thoughts were “I don’t want to be late, I don’t want to be late”. After my exam I felt so happy, all my worries flew away, I knew I had done a good job, I felt it in my guts. My professor said good bye and that was it, no more stress for the weekend, I was ready to start the celebration of my birthday.

Most people think that their birthday is a day to celebrate themselves with cake and presents. I had a different experience. On my seventeenth birthday, I experienced an event that could compare to the complete opposite of a birthday. At the end of that dreadful day, I realized that we can only take life one day at a time.

Lauren was an egotistical seventeen year old. She wasn’t friendly and hated making friends. Yet her life was as perfect as could be. She was really tall, taller than average. She had light complexion and ginger hair. Freckles took over her face. Her style was very girly and preppy. She had everything she needed and wanted. Her parents worked hard to give her the very best. The day of her birthday party was approaching fast. Her parents were planning on throwing a huge party. Everyone in town was invited, they wanted the house fully packed to celebrate Lauren's eighteen birthday. They had been preparing her party for four months. They wanted everything to go perfectly. The party was

It was passing time between fourth hour and fifth hour, and i was running late for fourth hour. “Crap” i thought to myself as i glanced at a clock in the hall. I as walked the halls i notice it was much much quieter than it was before fourth hour. The silence was so unusual for my school, there was almost always someone in the halls talking. As i rounded the corner in to my locker’s hall is picked up so speed, and there i was

It’s Friday April 25 and it’s my final senior party of the year. My friend bailed on me and my parents are at work so if I want to go I'm just going to have to walk. I would have my beautiful vintage 1969 Chevelle Malibu but my mom took the keys away so I can’t drive it. My parents have always warned me not to walk at night late but it’s only 8:13, that’s not that late. And it’s my last party as a highschooler, I have to go. Walking up stairs to my room to check my makeup and make sure this is the outfit that I want. It’s a cocktail sequin dress with a black leather jacket, and some flats. Lovin the outfit and my makeup I grab my purse, phone, and head down stairs. I texted my parents that i'm heading out, while I lock my door to

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As I ran down my shiny wooden staircase, I hurried to get my light blue backpack ready for school. I have a math presentation in third period that is a large portion of my grade, and I am not prepared. I decided to wear light blue, high waisted jeans that were one of my favorites, and a flowy, quarter sleeve, mint green shirt, to show that I could be considerably composed. I quickly looked through the window, and saw my best friends, Chloe and Monisha, waiting to pick me up to go the school. I darted toward my pantry to grab a granola bar, but dropped it in the process. I bent down, heard a small rip, picked up my makeshift breakfast, and thought nothing of it. I scrambled to get my things together and get into the gray suburban to go to

It was early June, and my birthday was right around the corner. My mother and father told me this tenth birthday would be a birthday I would never forget. Sunday morning we woke up out of bed, ate a tiny breakfast, and packed the car till mom's last purple bag barely fit. I asked where were we going and why we had packed so much, but I never got an answer. I later discovered that we would be taking a plane to Florida, where I would eventually get lost, and a very interesting car ride home.

As I laid in bed, semi-awake my stomach in knots, heart erratically beating I was a bundle of nerves. Sleep was elusive for me the night before as it always is for a significant event. That day was a massive event. I was leaving to go on a trip with friends during spring break holiday. After weeks of planning, the day was finally here. I had a mental checklist of everything I needed. I called all my friends to see if they were ready and as excited as I was. The group consisted of; Karla, an assertive divorcee, Mish my tall, lanky cousin, Alan a quiet, sensitive man, Anthony a typical introvert and Juan a young, adventurous guy. Mish, Alan, and Juan decided that preparation was not something of importance to them. They were waiting for Karla

The next day was my birthday; I couldn’t help but think this was going to be the worst birthday ever. I woke up alone, but my mom had everything planned out so that I would have a good day. Later that night I went back up to the hospital with my brothers, and my mom had a cake for me and presents. She made my birthday great regardless of the circumstances.

August 8, 2015 was the day of my graduation party, the memory stays vivid in my mind. After hours of creeping its way across the sky, the sun finally broke its way through my blinds and shined onto my face waking me up. Before I even opened my eyes to see what time it was I knew I had overslept. The night before I had promised my mom that I would get up early and help her to cook for the party. This was not the first time I had promised my mother that I would help her do something but only went on to let her down. Numerous times I had forgot to set an alarm or hit snooze one

I woke up at noon, since birthdays were the only day we were allowed to wake up after 9 a.m. The good thing about birthdays is that we did not have to do any chores. I sat on the couch watching cartoons and enjoying the fact that nobody was bossing me around. When our birthdays rolled around, we never really asked for presents or a cake. All we asked for was no work that day because it was our one free day off. After my exhausting SpongeBob marathon, I got my brother to run me to my real mom's house so I could spend a hour with the loving and caring parent that I wished would be in my life more. After a little while, we had to go back before anyone would notice we were gone. It was around dinner time by the time we arrived back home. We had tacos bought from the local restaurant that evening, it was more than I ever could have asked for. After a good birthday dinner and about a hour of lazing around the house, we decided to play some football outside. We walked outside and I was hit with a wave of fresh cut grass and the smell of the sweet apples upon the trees. The sun beamed down as we picked teams for our intense game of football. We played for hours, endlessly tackling each other, stealing the ball, and running it across the yard for a touchdown. Towards the end of the game, the sun was dipping down in the sky. All of us were covered with sweat, dirt, and grass stains. The last play was nigh and score was tied, we

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.