Jump On The Trampoline-Personal Narrative
This morning I woke up and noticed something was different. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, as usual, but when I tried to grab the toothpaste, my hand was a paw. I jumped up to look into the mirror. I was a dog! I sort of freaked out, for a little bit. I remembered that I had told my parents I was going to a friend’s house to get ready for school in the morning so they didn’t think I was home. This gave me time to develop a plan.
I knew I was going to have to find a way to help my parents realize it was me, beneath all of this fur. Because I’m always jumping on the trampoline, I knew they definitely would know it was me. I went and attempted to jump on the trampoline. I got their attention, but they wouldn’t
listen to what I had to say, and instead, they shooed me away.
After my parents shooed me away, I went for a walk. Trying to find another way to show them it was me. That’s when I noticed a pizza box lying on the side of the road.
My parents know I love pizza. So I brought the pizza box back to the house and scratched on the door. When my parents opened the door, they saw me with the pizza box and looked very confused. But all they did was take the pizza box away and closed the door.
Once my parents went inside, I waited for someone to come outside so I could sneak back in. Finally one of my sisters ran outside and left the door open. I snuck in and went to the couch. I sat down and turned on the TV to The Walking Dead. I turned the volume up really loud. When my parents finally came in I had a feeling that they knew it was me.
I knew I was going to have to find a way to help my parents realize it was me, beneath all of this fur. Because I’m always jumping on the trampoline, I knew they definitely would know it was me. I went and attempted to jump on the trampoline. I got their attention, but they wouldn’t
listen to what I had to say, and instead, they shooed me away.
After my parents shooed me away, I went for a walk. Trying to find another way to show them it was me. That’s when I noticed a pizza box lying on the side of the road.
My parents know I love pizza. So I brought the pizza box back to the house and scratched on the door. When my parents opened the door, they saw me with the pizza box and looked very confused. But all they did was take the pizza box away and closed the door.
Once my parents went inside, I waited for someone to come outside so I could sneak back in. Finally one of my sisters ran outside and left the door open. I snuck in and went to the couch. I sat down and turned on the TV to The Walking Dead. I turned the volume up really loud. When my parents finally came in I had a feeling that they knew it was me.