Personal Narrative Fiction

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Here he was after months, finally waiting behind the gates. Gus could see everything outside even though the fence was tall. Looking out he saw the long stretch of road, covered in gravel, and hard pebbles that crunched every time a wheeled box came up. Gus had been waiting, and watching as every day someone else left with one of the shiny new boxes. Gus tried his best. He would strut, and make sure that the strangers from the shiny machines new him. Most of the time they were different. Some were loud, and others were real quiet, but there was one that was never quite too loud, it was just right. That was the machine that Gus wanted. The man in the machine always wore black. He never strayed, and he always had on a horrible black hat. It covered …show more content…

Like the beating of wings he moved swiftly. Too swiftly for Gus, but Gus knew that the man would want someone who could move just like him. So while the man waked towards the house Gus practiced moving just like the man. Everyone around Gus was playing, not worried at all about what the man would think, but Gus knew that he had to be perfect because today would be the day the man would pick him. The man reached the house and began to make faces at the large, ugly, smelly lady. Gus knew that she always just stood there, she did nothing. Gus could do what she did. Why didn’t the man want to talk to Gus. The man looked toward Gus, and moved his face in a strange way. The ugly lady moved her face in the same strange way, and together the two of them walked to the tall fence. It was time for Gus to show his best self. He had to be like the man. Gus puffed out his chest, and strutted around trying to get the man to look at him. Everyone else ran up to the fence, and started talking to the man in the black hat. Ridiculous. Gus knew better than to make a fool of himself trying to show off in front of the man in the hat. So he stayed back, he stayed calm. The man wanted someone who was calm, and refined, he didn’t want the bumbling fools who ran to the tall fence. The man would want him, Gus was sure of

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