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Personal Narrative: My Last Year Of Middle School

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This was it, my last year of middle school. Just three months until the first day of school, and I was spending it hunkered down on the itchy brown couch. I needed to keep myself engrossed in something. I pondered this predicament for quite some time, as I gazed mesmerized by the television. All of the sudden a dog food advertisement appeared on the screen. I was just about to change the channel when I saw it… a puppy, not just any puppy, It was a baby Great Dane. Grey with little black speckles protruding from it’s soft hide. “Mom,” I cried out “I want a dog!” So after a few days of intense exploration and procrastination, my mother ascertained an ad posted by a local resident in staples, who had a litter of puppies. The mother of the whelps …show more content…

The whole car ride I was shaking in my seat. I gazed at my mom's GPS. “Five more miles,” the GPS blurted. I was hoping they still had a few adorable puppies left over. “Two more miles,” the GPS droned mockingly. My mother said the litter of hounds was a mutt mix; I didn't care I just wanted a dog, something to call mine. “Your destination is on your left.” This was it. We slowly advanced into the driveway of a rundown, beat up trailer …show more content…

Silently I thanked her. “Please sit down I’ll go grab the little ones.” Carl turned and left us, leaving a shrill echo all the way down the hall with his black and white zebra slippers. “Look out the window,” my mom said to me breaking a moment of unsettling silence. “Woah!” I exclaimed way louder than I intended. “Is that the mother? You said it was a mutt. Jaci you lied to me!” I whispered angrily to her. This dog was no mutt, it was a Great Dane that looked exactly like the one in the commercial. She was a smoky grey with almost a blue tint dappled with black. Two large black blotches covered her eyes. This canine was magnificent, running around freely. She stood about three feet tall, which was much bigger than I imagined the breed grew too. “I hoped it would be a good surprise.” mom chimed in with a giggle or two in between. “Large, isn’t she?” Carl blurted out from behind me. I don’t know how I didn’t hear his Zebra slippers. “Yeah,” I replied with a chuckle. I turned around, and to my delight, I saw Carl with a small whining box resting on his gut. Slowly I stepped back burning with anticipation, nervous about what was waiting in the

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