Personal Narrative : My Sweet 16 Party

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As a wimpy, averaged height, sixteen-year old girl in the 10th grade, I experienced betrayal from one of my closest friends. It all started on the fifteenth day of May. It was approximately 6:00 a.m. I was still knocked out like Tyson knocked out his opponent, in my twin sized bed, underneath my solid, hot pink comforter that kept me warm like an oven after baking chocolate chip cookies. I had an alarm set for 6:15 a.m to wake up and get dressed for hell; another word used to describe school. As my alarm went off, I rose up quickly and put on my pink, medium sized house slippers and proceeded to my bathroom to freshen up. I was quite elated about starting my day only because I was celebrating my sweet sixteen party the next day, which was the 16th day of May. I always dreamed of having a sweet 16 party because as a little girl, I always watched MTV’s, “My Super Sweet 16” show and would have wild imaginations about how my party would be if I had one. I always dreamed of having an 8-layered cake, covered in sparkling diamonds with multiple sweet flavors inside and 10 luxury cars with a cherry blossom scent in each one. My actual birthday was May 11th, but I could not throw a party on a school night, so I had to wait for the following weekend. As I walked out of the bathroom, I went back into my polka dotted room and then reached over to grab my rectangular shaped, rose gold iPhone off of my night stand to check the time and it was currently 6:35 a.m. I was in a rush because
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