Personal Narrative: My Step Dad

When I was in middle school, my stepdad would tell me stories. I loved it when he would tell me story's, because he would give me so many ideas on how to tell a story and give a vivid imagery. My sister and I would always ask him before bedtime to tell us stories. He was always so kind to us. All his stories were so adventuress. Even though we were in middle school we still liked hearing his story's whenever we had to go to Seattle. On the car rides, on the way back home from Seattle he would tell us stories to fall asleep. I never had anyone to tell me stories when I was younger. I didn’t have a father to kiss me goodnight or to tell me stories to fall asleep to. I'm not saying that my dad was a bad father but, since we didn’t have him around or lived with him, we would have wanted someone to be there for me and be there to solve my problems. Angel (aka my step dad) was so chill and cool. He would always try to make everything more exciting and was calm about anything.
My neighbors had thrown a party and so there was a lot of people. When it got darker the music got louder and then all of a sudden, we heard people screaming and heard gun shots.

My step dad got out of the house and went to go see if anyone was alright. I was so scared. I had no clue what was going on. The bad thing about it was that my uncle was at that party and I was

worried that something had happened to him or if he was alright. My step then told me "Everything will be alright, just stay calm and hope that nothing happened to your uncle."

I replied with, "But what if he hurt, I don’t want anything to happen to my uncle!"

Then my step dad said, "I'll go check it