Personal Narrative: A Day At The Community Center
Early, my day has started as like every other day, the same usual routine. However, I haven’t seen my friend Jack, which is odd since he is usually the first person to greet everyone. I asked everyone who knew Jack at the community center, we participate to help those in need, none had a clue.
I continue to do my best efforts into trying to figure out where he could be, suddenly he walks in as normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Where were you?” I ask concerningly, he gives me a seemingly comforting smile
“I slept in a little late”
However it had looked like he hadn’t slept at all, and as if he was keeping himself situated from crying.
I knew in my gut something wasn’t right, if a person hadn’t known him personally, as I did,you’d think
I continue to do my best efforts into trying to figure out where he could be, suddenly he walks in as normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Where were you?” I ask concerningly, he gives me a seemingly comforting smile
“I slept in a little late”
However it had looked like he hadn’t slept at all, and as if he was keeping himself situated from crying.
I knew in my gut something wasn’t right, if a person hadn’t known him personally, as I did,you’d think