Personal Narrative

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“Okay, see you at Starbucks!” I shouted to Josie as I walked out of the school. I felt free.
I tossed my school bag on the floor when I got home. As usual, my sister, Brooklyn, was in her room. She had been quiet for a few weeks. The more I thought of it, I wondered if something were wrong. I didn’t really care, though; she was probably being dramatic about school and me being selfish again.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw her wallet sitting on the kitchen table. Maybe she won’t notice, I thought, and grabbed Brooklyn’s wallet, anxious to see Josie and get a frappuccino.
I had forgot about Brooklyn until later that night. I was washing my hands in the bathroom when I heard Brooklyn banging on the door! When I finished washing up and opened …show more content…
I walked up to Brooklyn and pulled the rag off her head. I almost screamed in shock; most of her hair was gone. Brooklyn was my only family since our parents had passed away last year, and now I realized she had cancer. I fought back tears. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I squeaked. The tears were coming.
“Because you wouldn’t care—you even stole my wallet!” she shouted and looked me in the eyes.
I could tell she was going to cry. I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her. “Of course I would care. Brook, you’re all I have!” I said, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. I felt her arms wrap around me. “We will get through this, I know we will,” I said, for once, telling the truth.
A few days later, Brooklyn got a wig. When she put it on, she looked beautiful! I felt extra happy because I helped make it. I did it because she’s the one I care about most, and if cutting my hair made her feel even the slightest bit happier, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
“What are we going to do about our budget? We don’t have a lot of money to pay for . . . my problem,” Brooklyn said, glancing down.
And that was where my surprise came in. “Well, I got a job!” I said happily. “I wanted to make it up to you from when I stole your

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