Jane Patterson Narrative

Jane Patterson (my mother) shouts “Beverly are you ready to go shopping for New Year Eve’s Party.” I tunnel under a pile of blankets on my bed. After a period of silent’s, Mark Patterson (my father) in his firm voices, “you need get butt down these stair”. When I came down stair, with tears in my eyes, he meanly gave me a hug. Don’t worry, about have a nightmare tonight, just enjoy yourself. I will try,” Dad”, as I drag along with my mother to the grocery store. At the party, many of our neighbors came and (my alone uncle) Peter Patterson who is the coach for Harvard University, pull my parent side, and said “he thought it would be good for me to join the track team, therefore he can watch over me.

I try to hide under the table, but the dog stiff me out.
You think this be an exciting time for any 17 years, before go back to college to another guy (Matt), that made heart skip a beat.
However, I awake up at 4:30 A.M. on New Year Day by a nightmare, prompted me to scream “It’s all my fault”. I can’t recall much about it, something about a car losing control, and someone is running away, flash into my mind. My mother and father would ensure me that we live in quiet neighborhood; no one would ever hurt someone here, in Beverly