Ackee's Death Of Akene-Personal Narrative

After the fight, I realise it was real late. I wander the streets, in order to get back home. It was dark, cool, and very eerie. I must have walked for miles, before I got to my street. By the time I got to my street, The first thing to cross my mind was “This is Ackee’s fault.” He shouldn’t have let me go grab that stupid burger. It had felt like a century since that happened.

I walk in my house. It was a whole lot warmer than It was outside. Ackee is sitting on the chair by the kitchen door. He has this worried expression on his face. He looks like something real bad had happened. But for me, that did not change the fact of how mad I was at him. In this very loud, booming tone, I say “What’s the matter?” His face turns into a sad face, like a dog who can’t find his home. He says “I was very worried, you alright buddy?” I say “No, I was never alright, I just got out there, and fought a big phony, just to win a stupid bet.” He starts crying. “Can you please forgive me?”
I then grab him by the shirt, and say “If you ever do something like that again, there will be heck to pay.” He then slumps down in his seat, and sighs. “I am so sorry, buddy. Please, let’s just put this behind us. I exclaim “No, I am never forgiving you for this. You really fricked up this time.”

I then walk out of the living room, and lay down in my bed. I look at the clock, It reads: 1:23 AM. I really was out too late, but this was all Ackee’s fault, I can’t forgive him for this. This was all on him.

I could hear Ackee crying, he is so pathetic, such a phony. I really am growing tired of