Personal Narrative-Partners In Tennis
Partners in Tennis In 2020, I was at a summer retreat before the big tennis tournament. The Junior Female Tennis Tournament of South Dakota to be exact. I was with one of my close friends, Janis. Janis was in one of the other cabins, so I was basically on my own. I had five other people in my cabin. There was Tina, Harmony, Alana, Flora, and Camila. We all were great friends from the start because we all were so diverse. It was sad because we all went to the same school but never talked. Tina had red and yellow coiled hair and sapphire eyes. She was one of the spoiled rich kids whose parents forced her to play tennis. Harmony had blackish-blue hair and honey eyes, and she was the most kind hearted, sincere person you could ever meet in your life.
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I’m hungry though so could you go with me?” (something isn't right about this) she begs me.
“Fine, (you’ll) owe me a bag of sour gummy worms,” I sigh while I reach for my slippers. Alana and I sneak into the cafeteria that was fortunately next to our cabin. We walked inside and found some Oreos and milk for Alana.
“I bet you’re wondering why I wasn’t sound asleep as usual,” she tells me (as) she grabs a glass to put the milk in.
“I really am wondering (not good grammar) because every time we do activities, you always give the counselor a reason to go back to the cabin and start sleeping. You are exactly like a hibernating bear,” I tell her laughing.
“At least I don’t snore like a bear unlike you,” Alana joins me at the table laughing.
“Okay, that’s fair,” I say giggling. Alana and I stay in the cafeteria for about fifteen minutes. We make jokes, talk about how my role model is Serena Williams and her role model is her father, and we both wonder what’s going to happen when we get back to school. No one caught us that night, because I don’t think any adults would think any ten-year-old girl would be awake at 3 a.m. That night, Alana and I became partners in crime, until we faded away in junior
I’m hungry though so could you go with me?” (something isn't right about this) she begs me.
“Fine, (you’ll) owe me a bag of sour gummy worms,” I sigh while I reach for my slippers. Alana and I sneak into the cafeteria that was fortunately next to our cabin. We walked inside and found some Oreos and milk for Alana.
“I bet you’re wondering why I wasn’t sound asleep as usual,” she tells me (as) she grabs a glass to put the milk in.
“I really am wondering (not good grammar) because every time we do activities, you always give the counselor a reason to go back to the cabin and start sleeping. You are exactly like a hibernating bear,” I tell her laughing.
“At least I don’t snore like a bear unlike you,” Alana joins me at the table laughing.
“Okay, that’s fair,” I say giggling. Alana and I stay in the cafeteria for about fifteen minutes. We make jokes, talk about how my role model is Serena Williams and her role model is her father, and we both wonder what’s going to happen when we get back to school. No one caught us that night, because I don’t think any adults would think any ten-year-old girl would be awake at 3 a.m. That night, Alana and I became partners in crime, until we faded away in junior