Personal Narrative Essay: Who's To Blame?

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During the games setup,I ate a hot dog. I was watching the baseball field with amazement,wondering what are the chances of me catching the ball,when the crowd were all ready for the ball with the gloves in their hands.“Come on ball,come to papa!”yelled my brother,almost falling over the rail annoying the people behind him.the announcer was on the speaker asking everyone to get ready for the game .I was stoked by the fact that this was going to be the first game that I am about to watch.“Hey jason can you please sit down the people are already feeling annoyed about you”he looked back with a wild grin that later faltered into a worried face.“Oliver where´s luke,”i looked to my left and saw that some stranger took his seat then i looked to my …show more content…

I can tell you even if there was a tornado coming by i would never wake up luke if he's sleeping.I woke up only to find that my cousin wet the bed again and now i'm covered with his... ,well let's just say i need to take a shower twice because of him.“Luke wake up you wet my bed again.”he starts moving around and almost falling of the bed“really?That's the fifth time!”i hear the door opening and i turn around “mom im still in my pajamas!”she didn't seem to notice,“jason ,Adolf Hitler declared war on the united states so...,why are you guys wet?never mind just go take a shower and luke we are going to have a talk about why you are wetting my sons bed.” she gets near the bed to see luke“but first, i think you need a good shower.”after they left my room i went to my closet to find new clothes and after i took my shower(twice)i put on my new clothes. Went out …show more content…

¨yes he was doing better then last time,yesterday night he managed to stand up.¨i was happy to hear that news but i wished he could leave before his luck runs out.i walked to my mom and calmed her down of her mom rage.she put the ceramic orange back in the decorating basket.¨madam can i stay here for the night because when i joined the military i had no home but a hotel and im tired of going there.¨mom looks at me with a worried and stressed face.¨hey mom its up too you not me,¨¨ok but only this night i don't want any masaker when i come back ok because i got to get some groceries,be right back boys keep a eye on

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