Personal Narrative: My Trip To Olive Garden

On the court, I had the ball and dribbled past all of my friends, went in near the hoop, took a big jump for it and boom I dunked over Johnny. Excitement was in the air, cheerleaders dancing and cheering. The game was tied 20 to 20, it was my team's ball, and as soon as we checked the ball I passed it to Chris. Then I ran in towards the hoop. Chris shot a three point shot he missed, I jumped, got the rebound and slam dunked it. Everyone cheered; I was excited that day because all I was thinking about was the trip I was going to take to California with my parents for winter break. When the bell rang I got seated for Science and then I heard a loud voice from the speakers on the wall saying, "Timmy Smith, please report to the principal’s office immediately." Everyone was shocked because I never got in trouble. I walked slowly to the principal’s office. As I walked inside the office, Principle Garber said, "Take a seat,” in a serious way. She got right to the point and said, “Mr. Smith, I am afraid I have
The ride was quiet since we had nothing really to talk about. To break the silence she asked me if I was doing well in school, I said yes, straight A’s. Inside of Olive Garden was a bit noisy, babies crying, people talking, waiters busy. We took a seat since nobody would seat us. All I could smell was delicious garlic herb breadsticks, and tomato sauce. A waiter came I ordered spaghetti and meatballs Ms. Garber ordered something fancy but I don’t even know the name of it. The food came quickly, when I started eating the spaghetti I remembered when dad would always twirled his spaghetti into his fork all each time he gets it. I shed a tear, then two, then three, they started coming rapidly like a waterfall from my eyes, I didn’t know what to do. Luckily Ms. Garber calmed me down before anyone could see, I didn’t know what I would do without her. I was calm, finished eating my pasta then we