Personal Narrative: Making A New Identity

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Imagine being someone you’re not for a whole day. Making a new identity is harder than it sounds.The world doesn’t always turn in your favor, you know. Well, this is my story. It all starts with a wish, and a star. So, it’s another day of school. I wake up, dress in my usual clothes, eat my cereal, put on my backpack, and get in the car. My parents get the good stuff, like nice steaming coffee that slowly runs down your throat. After my mom showers, dresses, brushes her teeth, and eats her breakfast, she can grab her warm coffee and leave. I eye my dad through the rear-view mirror in the car. He doesn’t look back, just starts the engine. I wish I could drive. I only imagine, the wind blowing in my face, and zooming down the road as fast as I can. Out the window I see a shooting star flying in the sky. Quickly, I close my eyes and whisper my wish. “I wish… that I was a grown up.” Opening, my eyes,…show more content…
” I replied. I stepped around him and walked inside the messy house. Looking around, I saw the clothes strewn across the couch, dishes piled like a skyscraper, and dust laying on the furniture. “Oh dear! Housework!” The first thing I went to was the laundry. Picking up the clothes from the couches, I throw them in the washer. I poured in a random amount of detergent in and fired up the washer. Grabbing an old rag, I dusted. I soon learned that dusting is the worst job for grown ups in the world. Busying myself with the bookshelf, I eyed my mom. She looked back at me with a worried look. Her eyes reminded me that no matter how much I enjoyed being an adult, this wouldn’t work. Suddenly, The washing machine buzzer went off and I quickly rushed to take the clothing out. Opening the washer, my eyes widen. The white clothes have turned the color of a strawberry. I know that I can’t fix this, so I rush to put them into the dryer before mom notices. As soon as i’m done, I check to make sure I was clear. My mom was still sitting on the couch, so i’m sure I was

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