Personal Narrative: My Best Friend

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I lived in a really cold place. Me and my brothers and sisters all had one bunk bed that we all slept in. there were like 30 of us stacked up. I have lots of brothers and sisters. We lived in a neighborhood called the freezer. One day the sky opened up and this big thing lifted us in the another region where it is really hot. My parents had told me about this before right before they got moved to a fancy neighborhood called the oven. Maybe that’s where we’re going!!! I was being put on this big mat. I was so confused and I was wondering what is was. It was Cheyenne, my best friend. Cheyenne was our next door neighbor.
“Hey Cheyenne I haven’t seen you in so long!! Wow umm you’ve gotten bigger”
When I was talking to Cheyenne when I said bigger …show more content…
I was trying to hold on but I lost my grip and flew off. No!!!!!!!! Cheyenne!!!! When I fell I landed in a dark place. Some of my friends were under there. They said that we were under the oven. Some of them have been there for more than 7 weeks!!! I Started my journey to get back home. It was hard and tough because the oven is really hot. I was having trouble finding water and I started to hallucinate. A little while later I woke up and I knew that I had to finish my journey, because there was no turning back now. I made it to the end of the oven finally! But now was the hard part. Getting from the oven to the Counter. I tried to crawl up the pole but it is kindof hard when you body is in the shape of a circle. I was looking for something I could use to climb up. My eyes were wandering looking trying to find something. And then, I saw something I the corner and I didn’t know if it was a rope or if it was a bug. So I walked over slowly and I jumped with glee. It was a rope! I made the rope into a lasso so that I could throw it onto the counter. I threw it and pulled to see if it attached to something. I had no luck. I tried again and again. And finally, I had got something! I tried pulling on it to make sure it was safe and it was! I was finally going to find …show more content…
How am I ever going to find Cheyenne. Will I die if I fall. Suddenly, a head pooped over the corner and said hello. It Scared me and I almost fell but then I realized it was Liza one of my sisters! I was so happy to see her. I was glad she was ok. She helped me up and told me to hurry because the big monster was about to close the door to the new land. We ran and ran and then, we made it! We were so happy!! The door to the new land closed and it was really hot. I started to sweat really hard. I started to get a tan. I thought it was cool like the beach and them I began to shrivel like an old prune in a sauna. I was scared but Liza said it would be
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