A narrative story, or is it?
So, I’m not as interesting or as intriguing as some other bloggers. But I do have a couple of knee slapping stories. The one I’m sharing this week is what I’m about to address, keep in mine I was like, five. Enjoy, I guess. We were at least three blocks away from their house. Don’t pull the Handle, a narrative by Eloise Negron. 7:23 PM, Tuesday. My mom raised her voice atleast approximately five times more whenever my five year old self was way to attached to my rug waiting for Wow Wow Wubzy! to come on. My mom well. Do you actually gave into come to my room and drag me to the car so we can go to my aunt and uncle’s.Of course the stubborn child I was I didn’t want to go because I want to do for my power Puff girls to come on. 8:23 PM. OK fine I was about to persuade my mom said we can go to Dunkin’ Donuts and I can get two chocolate milks.I was in the backseat with my sister and my mom was in the front. We were at least three blocks away from their house. I loo...