High School Jacket Narrative

I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly, as if it were a long lost brother who I had been dreaming about meeting. I touched the smooth leather sleeve, the popped collar, and stared at the brown leather lining in disbelief. My mom’s voice echos through the house, “Your jackets in the closet” My heart sinks as my mother’s words process in my brain and as I slowly walk to the closet where soon I’ll find the jacket that actually belongs to me. I rummaged through the small space hoping that there is not another jacket to be seen and luckily, there wasn’t.
I raced to my awesome biker jacket and slide into it and flap like a bald eagle wings the true leader and master of
his flock. I stared at my beautiful jacket as if it were a pile of gold. I stood in front of my mirror confidently and bright faced, I combed my hair to see how awesome I looked with my cool new jacket to what I looked like doing something natural. I looked like a celebrity who just received another amazing outfit.
I carefully hung my precious jacket in my closet and raced down the stairs into the kitchen where I hugged my mom and said thank you more times than I could count. I ran out to celebrate my reunion with the jacket of my dreams with my dog Brownie until night had fallen and it was time to get ready for bed. I took my new jacket off the hook and slipped it on just one last time before school in the morning. Morning rose and it time for school, I prepared myself for the first day at school with my jacket. I knew I was going to be the most popular kid there and turns out I was, except the playground terrorist. He pushed me to the ground but I could see the playground staff members bobbing their heads in amazement as they checked out my brand new biker jacket. The girls turned away and I could tell they were whispering about how cool I looked. I strolled past the ugly boys with lame jackets and grass propellers spinning wildly in their mouths as they saw my jacket. I got a D on a math quiz that day I was to distracted on my jacket, just thinking about how bad everything would've turned but luckily I had nothing to worry about because I had the jacket of my dreams. I struggled on my homework and didn’t even finish it, I was beginning to think that my new jacket wasn’t for the best, I got Cs on tests, and forgot the state capitals and rivers of South Africa. The girls who once admired my jacket got tired of the same old thing every day, “Oh the small kid with bad grades is still showing off his old leather jacket” It seemed that the only place I belonged was the group of ugly boys who hung out by the chain link fence at lunchtime with grass propellers spinning in their mouths like small planes ready to take flight. I wore the cursed jacket for about another year before the leather began to stretch and crack, My chest puffed with muscle and my forearms stuck out of my small sleeves like the necks of turtles. That jacket was like the famous brother who tagged along wherever I went absorbing all the attention. Later on I realized that the clothes don't make the man, that one year of school when I thought I was the one who was popular, it wasn't me at all it was all me it wouldn't of turned out any different if I hadn´t of gotten the the jacket. I found out that I was ugly and nothing was going to change that, no jacket could make me feel wanted. And that's how I felt for the rest of my life.