Personal Narrative
Miranda
English 1, Per. 3 Mrs. McCue
Personal Narrative
“The happiest place on Earth,” the loud speaker announced, as we walked into the gates of Disneyland. My best friend, Megan and I, were going to Disneyland for the very first time all by ourselves. Our moms’ were going to be hanging out at the hotel across the street, downtown Disney, etc and wanted us to check in with them by text message every hour. “Look at all these hot guys,” Megan whispered into my ear. “You’re so lame,” I remarked and I turned around to look at who she was referring to. I quickly learned that our map skills are horrible! We were given one of those little guide maps to all the “lands” when we entered the park. However, we just couldn’t seem to figure out where things were, so we decided we’d just wander around. “Excuse me, can you take our picture?” Megan asked a teenage girl with purple hair. “Of course,” she replied. Megan and I got our picture taken in front of the Magic Castle. My pink hair really stood out in the picture. I dyed it at the beginning of summer, but my natural blonde hair was already starting to come back. Megan told me that this will make it easier to spot me, if we get separated from each other; all she has to do is look for the person with the brightest hair. The first ride that we went on was Snow White. We lucked out because it had a really short line. The lines for all the other rides were enormous. This was going to be a problem for us because Megan tore the ligaments in her left knee before school ended in a volleyball match. Next we headed over to the Peter Pan ride. “Oh my God, the Peter Pan ride,” I yelled with excitement. “Why are you so obsessed with him?” Megan asked, rolling her eyes. “Because he’s perfect in every way, OKAY?” I said somewhat irritated. After we got off the ride, Megan’s cramps started to get worse. We went and sat on a curb. After a few minutes, fortunately, she
English 1, Per. 3 Mrs. McCue
Personal Narrative
“The happiest place on Earth,” the loud speaker announced, as we walked into the gates of Disneyland. My best friend, Megan and I, were going to Disneyland for the very first time all by ourselves. Our moms’ were going to be hanging out at the hotel across the street, downtown Disney, etc and wanted us to check in with them by text message every hour. “Look at all these hot guys,” Megan whispered into my ear. “You’re so lame,” I remarked and I turned around to look at who she was referring to. I quickly learned that our map skills are horrible! We were given one of those little guide maps to all the “lands” when we entered the park. However, we just couldn’t seem to figure out where things were, so we decided we’d just wander around. “Excuse me, can you take our picture?” Megan asked a teenage girl with purple hair. “Of course,” she replied. Megan and I got our picture taken in front of the Magic Castle. My pink hair really stood out in the picture. I dyed it at the beginning of summer, but my natural blonde hair was already starting to come back. Megan told me that this will make it easier to spot me, if we get separated from each other; all she has to do is look for the person with the brightest hair. The first ride that we went on was Snow White. We lucked out because it had a really short line. The lines for all the other rides were enormous. This was going to be a problem for us because Megan tore the ligaments in her left knee before school ended in a volleyball match. Next we headed over to the Peter Pan ride. “Oh my God, the Peter Pan ride,” I yelled with excitement. “Why are you so obsessed with him?” Megan asked, rolling her eyes. “Because he’s perfect in every way, OKAY?” I said somewhat irritated. After we got off the ride, Megan’s cramps started to get worse. We went and sat on a curb. After a few minutes, fortunately, she