Personal Narrative : The Story Of Chocolate Milkshake In The Teens

I have recently decided that it was time to purchase a more reliable cookie scoop for making chocolate chip cookies. The one that I had was constantly having the teeth on the gears slipping resulting in having to stop whatever I was doing and try to wrestle the teeth of the gears back into the proper place.

I am a self-proclaimed chocoholic. Seeing that I adore all things chocolate, it is no surprise that my favorite Tootsie Pop flavor is chocolate. Whenever I tear off the wrapper of a chocolate Tootsie Pop, I am thrilled. They are delicious. I enjoy chocolate Tootsie Pops because they are, well, chocolate. Tootsie Pops do a wonderful job of making their products taste like chocolate. Coupled with the creamy Tootsie center, chocolate Tootsie Pops are a chocolate lover’s dream. Therefore, chocolate Tootsie Pops are my favorite

Anxiously waiting in my seat at the Harry Potter Premier, I tasted the rainbow for the first time. As Harry, Hermine and Ron tackled their year at Hogwarts, I enjoyed an explosion of sweet, juicy favors inside of my mouth. I had found my pot of gold. It was like snape had sent Wrigley’s a magic potion and I was under their colorful spell. Never would I watch another quidditch match without a magical packet of delight.

When I was younger my brother would take me with him when he went to put gas in his truck and we always went to the old Flying J in south Willard. When he went in to pay for the gas he would let me come in and get a soda and I would always get a Frostie Blue Cream Soda in a glass bottle. It is memorable because I loved riding in my brother’s truck. Looking back at the memory, I am reminded of a much simpler time before the Interstate came through, when the most stressful part of my day was waiting for my brother to come home from work. Marketers can appeal to my generations’ nostalgic feelings by using glass bottles, bringing back older sodas, or by using family relationships. A script for this consumption activity could be as such: An old

“One day I’m going to be really smart and go to WPI just like my big brother Brian!” I declared one morning as I indulged in a large stack of chocolate chip pancakes. I was a mere six year old girl, my mouth filled with rows of tiny baby teeth and my hair affixed in bouncy ponytails. At the time, I had a very limited view on what WPI was, but that didn’t stop me from proclaiming this proud statement with the most determination my tiny body could muster to anyone who would listen. Admittedly, my main motivation for attending WPI may have been the chocolate chip cookie my brother would award me when I visited his dorm. However, as time has progressed I have come to realize that WPI has a lot more to offer than chocolate chip cookies. In turn, I believe that I am an excellent match for WPI’s unique experience.

In my synagogue, we have a stage, and on top of the stage, a big metal rack for extra storage. Next to the rack, there is an old ladder that the maintenance people use when they need to get or put away things. My friends and I thought it would be a good hiding place because no one had ever hid up there before. My friends, Brandon and Matthew climbed up to the top and when it was my turn, I was hesitant to come up. The whole structure was shaky, and since the whole idea of falling from 10 feet was unappealing to me, I decided to stay behind. But my friends

The fluorescent lights bounced off the clear plastic of the cake tin. I smile looking at the soft buttercream swirls on the top of the delicious treat.. Slowly I unhinge the cake’s cove hearing the soft snaps of the plastic separating from the base. “Pop, pop, pop” the top comes off. As I release the cake from the covering an overwhelming scent of chocolate fills the air. It was as if I had just opened the door to the Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. I look down at the cake to see the smooth brown buttercream spread in an even layer all across the top and sides of the cake, The drips of hardened dark chocolate flowing down the sides of the cake. Each slice is marked out neatly with a small, shallow indent in the frosting with a hard candy

The first place Kendall and I went to was the cafeteria. Most of the food was plain and had absolutely no taste. But after sneaking our way into the kitchen, we found a plate full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

He yells at me to come to bed for the fiftieth time. “Mrrrowww,” I respond like a scolding mother. Snickers is very impatient, demanding my attention every few seconds until I cave. He is like a needy child forever whining for my undivided care. I suspect that my little package of sass and fur is more human than cat. While my little sister scarfs down her food and spills down the front of her stained shirts, Snickers is always very delicate and neat, only eating a few pieces of kibble at a time. If I am eating ice cream, he will appear at my feet in an instant, expecting me to share. If someone is making a bed, he will jump onto the unmade mattress to “help”. And by help, I mean he gets covered with a sheet and attacks your hands like he’s playing a game of whack-a-mole.

I was in the bed sleeping until 6:30 when my mother came in. she told me to get up for school but I didn’t want to because it was too early and it was earlier than I had to before. My mom told me to get up and get ready and I guess I had to, I took a shower, at a granola bar with milk. Then my Mom and Dad drove me to school. I arrived at 7:30. I went to my first class Mrs. Malloys class it was weird to get my schedule first but then it was cool. I went to Mrs. Schermers room I had to do a docuement on my first day so far. Second period I had the same teacher but we had reading It was an okay class I guess. It’s now 9:40 and I’m having a snack in transition Mrs Malloy asked how things were going so far and I said

My hand shakily holding onto the ladle, I pour the next person a glass of punch and smile at them and the next person comes down the line.

November 15th, a regular old day, but it was also my birthday. I prod up and checked my phone for a couple of minutes, which legitimately means three hours of my time. I brushed my teeth and did all the regular duds humans usually do in the morning and yes, that also consists of me trying on five or more outfits and questioning if I actually look presentable. I speculated to myself that I was going to have a great day, but it ended up going more down hill than Jack from the story Jack and Jill.

Lila’s eyes became big like saucers and sparkled as she focused on the chocolate chip cookies. I could see the drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. As I watched her chubby arms reach at the cookies, I gave a concerned look at her mother, Camry. They were my neighbors who stopped by to return me a bag of play dough that I lent to them two days ago. My other neighbor gave me those cookies that morning. I had tried only a bite before opening the door for the cute mother and daughter. I could see many sugar crystals shining along the cookie bite mark. I was struggling to decide whether or not to give her a cookie. After all, cookies are mostly carbohydrate and fats, which are considered junk food. Surprisingly, her mother smiled to me and

On the first day of school, I entered the gate, and everyone was trying to figure out who was the new girl. My mom left and the principal's assistant walked me to class and the moment I started to walk the halls you can feel the awkward vibe of the school. Everyone was staring at me and my clothing, I was wearing an ugly skirt that reached down to my knees, paired up with a white shirt I felt like

All i had to do was keep calm.I didn't walk away or I didn't tell anyone so I got in trouble just