Narrative Essay On Crooked Pinkies
Dylan Weaver
Ms. Hinrichs
10-20-2015
English 11
Crooked pinkies: And How They Affected Me in a Very Real Way. CRACK! Another brutal punch to the face. as I lay on the ground and weep my assailants proceed to mauck me and utterly discriminate me. I never asked for this treatment nor have i ever tried to offend anyone to the point of physically abusing me ,but still there name-calling and rude coments flood my ears. My name is Dylan and I have crooked pinkies. It runs in my family, my mom had them and same for her mom, and unfortunately the trait graciously got passed on to me.
I could never really understand why people couldn't accept my crooked pinkies, they are like any other old pinky, just a little bit inverted. It all started in …show more content…
the school was already completely packed; we could already tell that this was going to be a dance to remember. we walked up to the doors and paid our five dollar fee and waked in. the only thing on my mind was delilah. i didn't see her so jackson and i went and hung out with some of his friends. they we cool so we talked about video-games and which girl looked best or worst. after about 15 minutes i started to get very worried, i had still not had sight of delilah. it was just me and jackson again, most of his friends had went to dance or had decided to leave. the minutes felt like hours. i started thinking she decided not to come or maybe she had an emergency. we just sat there waiting, and discussing what we were going to do later that night. 30 minutes into the dance jackson wanted to leave and i had lost hope of making my move. as we walked towards the door i see someone come in….delilah. she was in a long blue dress i immediately stopped and so did jackson. i knew i had to make my move before someone else had the chance but i was terrified.i just stood there, paralyzed, as she walked bye. i noticed other guys starting to approach her so i took a deep breath and approached her. i tapped her on the
Ms. Hinrichs
10-20-2015
English 11
Crooked pinkies: And How They Affected Me in a Very Real Way. CRACK! Another brutal punch to the face. as I lay on the ground and weep my assailants proceed to mauck me and utterly discriminate me. I never asked for this treatment nor have i ever tried to offend anyone to the point of physically abusing me ,but still there name-calling and rude coments flood my ears. My name is Dylan and I have crooked pinkies. It runs in my family, my mom had them and same for her mom, and unfortunately the trait graciously got passed on to me.
I could never really understand why people couldn't accept my crooked pinkies, they are like any other old pinky, just a little bit inverted. It all started in …show more content…
the school was already completely packed; we could already tell that this was going to be a dance to remember. we walked up to the doors and paid our five dollar fee and waked in. the only thing on my mind was delilah. i didn't see her so jackson and i went and hung out with some of his friends. they we cool so we talked about video-games and which girl looked best or worst. after about 15 minutes i started to get very worried, i had still not had sight of delilah. it was just me and jackson again, most of his friends had went to dance or had decided to leave. the minutes felt like hours. i started thinking she decided not to come or maybe she had an emergency. we just sat there waiting, and discussing what we were going to do later that night. 30 minutes into the dance jackson wanted to leave and i had lost hope of making my move. as we walked towards the door i see someone come in….delilah. she was in a long blue dress i immediately stopped and so did jackson. i knew i had to make my move before someone else had the chance but i was terrified.i just stood there, paralyzed, as she walked bye. i noticed other guys starting to approach her so i took a deep breath and approached her. i tapped her on the