Personal Narrative-Old Pimply Ackley

A few minutes had passed since I last talked to Mrs. Morrow, it was getting boring. Mrs. Morrow made me think about old Ernest. How everyone hated his gut, but to his mom he was an angel from heaven. He would always tease you and make fun of your clothes and one time old Ernest and I almost got into a fight.
One evening while I was reading a book on the park bench, I saw old pimply Ackley walking up to me. He greeted me and sat next to me even though I was ignoring him as always. As he was trying to get my attention by talking to me his breath reached me. It smelled like a thousand rotten eggs and socks it was the worst smell ever. I asked him to sit somewhere else, but he ignored me. He asked me what I was reading while grabbing my book out
At that moment I felt so embarrassed, the most I felt in my entire life. I quickly pulled my pants back up all red from embarrassment. Old pimply Ackley stood by me giggling and old Ernest laughing until he fell down onto the floor and his stomach filled with pain. Luckily for me there wasn’t a lot of people at the park that day. There were only two girls who were laying on the grass and they didn’t seem to notice me. Everyone else that day were all at some football game and only old Ackley, Ernest, me, and some other people who never go to football games or spend our time studying were left behind. Old Ernest was never at any football games since no one like him there so they would sit far away from him as possible. I once asked him why and he said that football was a boring sport and all the players were losers. Still beside me was old Ernest laughing like it was the funniest thing he ever seen in his entire life. I was so sick of him laughing at me that I wanted to punch him right in the face, but I decided not to since he’s like twice my size and it wouldn’t end very well for me. From then on every time old Ernest would see me, he would remind me of the day he pulled my pants down and I would always