One Day Narrative
Andrew#7
One day, on Christmas eve, I was going to go get my friend a snow globe because he has always wanted one. I went to the store to get one. I bought one and took it home. There's 2 more hours till the party. I sit on the couch and then, Bam! I got hit in the head by the snow globe, sitting on a shelf above my head. I woke up inside the snow globe, looking at TV’s. This isn’t good. They all say to get into a shelter. There's going to be a big blizzard. “I thought this was all a dream,” I said. “I got to get home.”
I am traveling on the highway. A big wind wandering around me. It’s so cold! So, I ask people where Oneida is. I need to get there before the big celebration. There is a half hour until the party starts. Maybe
the Christmas lights at all of the houses could lead me to Oneida. I am the outside of Wataga. I am sprinting as fast as I can in a humongous snow drift. I would like to have someone with me, but there's a blizzard and everyone is home having dinner.
I am a half a mile down the road from Wataga. Snow plows have thankfully swept off the snow on the highway. It’s cold and I hike inside the beautiful, and warm house. I see the snow globe on the ground and I pick it up, put it on the shelf, and it falls on my head again. I may need to see a doctor about this.
I rise up and see my my parents, staring at me, looking worried. I tell them the whole story. They think I hit my head a little to hard, but we know that this was not a dream.
One day, on Christmas eve, I was going to go get my friend a snow globe because he has always wanted one. I went to the store to get one. I bought one and took it home. There's 2 more hours till the party. I sit on the couch and then, Bam! I got hit in the head by the snow globe, sitting on a shelf above my head. I woke up inside the snow globe, looking at TV’s. This isn’t good. They all say to get into a shelter. There's going to be a big blizzard. “I thought this was all a dream,” I said. “I got to get home.”
I am traveling on the highway. A big wind wandering around me. It’s so cold! So, I ask people where Oneida is. I need to get there before the big celebration. There is a half hour until the party starts. Maybe
the Christmas lights at all of the houses could lead me to Oneida. I am the outside of Wataga. I am sprinting as fast as I can in a humongous snow drift. I would like to have someone with me, but there's a blizzard and everyone is home having dinner.
I am a half a mile down the road from Wataga. Snow plows have thankfully swept off the snow on the highway. It’s cold and I hike inside the beautiful, and warm house. I see the snow globe on the ground and I pick it up, put it on the shelf, and it falls on my head again. I may need to see a doctor about this.
I rise up and see my my parents, staring at me, looking worried. I tell them the whole story. They think I hit my head a little to hard, but we know that this was not a dream.