Personal Narrative Story : A Short Story

Juliet tilts her head to the side and ponders over the extremely general question. "Ice cream," She decides after a short moment of pause. "I want a strawberry and vanilla cone with a lot of sprinkles on top."

"Well today all that is going to change!" I laugh. "How have you never had funnel cake!"

“What was in those muffins” said Mistics just staying there with a smirk on her face.

"What Mackenzie?" She says, and Connor turns around with, now, ice cream on his face.

“Yes, actually. I just took out a fresh tray of Macarons for you two to try!”

“Sharon and Diane, you are surely having a lot of fun here,” I told my two daughters. We are The Pike, an amusement park in Long Beach, and we they love everything about this place. “Would you two love to have a place like this of our own?” I asked my two daughters. “Yes we love this place lots,” Diane replied. “I love playing on the rides,”Sharon added. “Alright i'll work on it,” I explained.

“Look at you two, getting all romantic at the fair.” Garrett saw Rachel appear with a huge cone of candy floss in each hand.

She hurried into the kitchen, getting out a bunch of ingredients to make him an amazing cake. She bit down on her lip, shaking her head. "I have no idea what the hell I am doing..." She muttered before going to work. She decided to make a coffee cake for him. She knew he loved coffee. She made chocolate and vanilla cake, coffee buttercream, and she made some simple

“Ya've got chocolate all over your mouth,” Brandon pointed out, tutting as he entered the kitchen and saw the pots and pans, plates and cutlery Samuel had yet to clean up. “Seriously?”

"What about your family babe? Who's your celebrity crush? Favorite food? What do you major in? " He prompted as I looked down at my fingers which were now painfully cold from the frozen treat.

“How old is your daughter now?” she asked, followed by asking questions about his daughter’s future plans, the man’s pets, and how he became interested in the “ice cream industry” as she called it.

“Well, Norrie, that’s what I made and so you’ll eat them. I don’t make breakfast just for you, you know.”

“Feel like sharing?” I ask, feeling my mouth salivate at the thought of the tiny little marshmallows floating in the sugary chocolate.

"Oh, how about we have a contest to see who can describe you the best with ice cream?"

“So, what are we eatin’?” I asked. Obviously, I was waiting for Jem to talk about how he always eats amazing food.