Chipotle Burrito-Personal Narrative
It took years to think of my inventive costume idea. But, finally it came to me: a Chipotle burrito. Garnished with beans, tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, I spun in circles as my mom wrapped me tightly in tin foil. I became the perfect incarnation of everyone’s favorite Mexican meal. Little did I know, in a mere two hours my confidence would amount to nothing and I would be seemingly friendless. Even though this moment seemed humiliating, now it acts as a reminder that I should never feel ashamed of my individuality. In my freshman year, I started off awfully by getting into classes with none of my friends. To add on top of my despair, I attended a Halloween party. I expected a night full of trick-or-treating and candy, instead I experienced
…show more content…
Taylor and I trudged the top of a hill towards a white house. I slammed my thumb into the door bell and we both excitedly waited for free candy. The doorknob began to shake and the white door finally opened. In front of us stood Bobby, a boy from our school, and Natalie, his girlfriend. Taylor and I both looked at each other mortified. Bobby and Natalie both looked uncomfortable as well.
“Trick-or-treat,” Taylor and I both squeaked.
Without emotion, Bobby and Natalie reached into their bag of candy and plopped two pieces of candy into each of our bags.
“Um...uh… have a good night,” Bobby blurted in a rush before shutting the door in our faces. Taylor and I both sprinted down the hill in a mad panic. Once down the hill, we burst into a fit of laughter. We laughed at our funny and embarrassing 9th-grade lives. But, at least we had each other.
Whenever a conversation needs some flair, I always bring up my burrito story. It is like a magic trick I always have hidden up my sleeve; it always makes people laugh. Taylor and I remain the best of friends. This experience not only strengthened our relationship; we also found something we had in common with each other: we did not fear being the odd ones out. I learned to embrace my individuality, even if it set me apart from the crowd, and the
Taylor and I trudged the top of a hill towards a white house. I slammed my thumb into the door bell and we both excitedly waited for free candy. The doorknob began to shake and the white door finally opened. In front of us stood Bobby, a boy from our school, and Natalie, his girlfriend. Taylor and I both looked at each other mortified. Bobby and Natalie both looked uncomfortable as well.
“Trick-or-treat,” Taylor and I both squeaked.
Without emotion, Bobby and Natalie reached into their bag of candy and plopped two pieces of candy into each of our bags.
“Um...uh… have a good night,” Bobby blurted in a rush before shutting the door in our faces. Taylor and I both sprinted down the hill in a mad panic. Once down the hill, we burst into a fit of laughter. We laughed at our funny and embarrassing 9th-grade lives. But, at least we had each other.
Whenever a conversation needs some flair, I always bring up my burrito story. It is like a magic trick I always have hidden up my sleeve; it always makes people laugh. Taylor and I remain the best of friends. This experience not only strengthened our relationship; we also found something we had in common with each other: we did not fear being the odd ones out. I learned to embrace my individuality, even if it set me apart from the crowd, and the