Personal Narrative: Pokemon Playing At Home

After school, my best friend Marc and I we found ourselves at home to listen to the episode of Pokemon playing at 3:30. We always went to my house because her mother was depressed. My mother was tired of always having at home and so after the episode is going to play out. Playing outside was rather playing game-boy advance under the trees in my yard! I had Fire Red and Leaf Green him, the brother Marc had erased his game so we enjoyed making special team or finding secrets with his game instead of collecting badges.

That day he was proud of his team showed me that he had prepared the night before, he had told me about all day! 6 pokémon his team was the Pikachu! He explained that AC had taken her two hours to catch them in the forest near
I rang home and his mother opened the door in a robe de chambre and a cigarette on the edge of the mouth. She looked tired and looked at me disdainfully. I told him I'd take his game to his son and told me I just had to go bring him myself in his room. I tried to make conversation and I asked him why Mark did not come to school that day, she said she had not saw it up. That's when I was really mad seus it, it was not surprising that Mark was acting weird. I opened the door of his room.

Marc was on his bed, naked and he drew on his skin with a yellow wax pencil. He was trying somehow to draw a Pikachu on his belly. All over the wall through, there were drawings of Pikachu and EVERY objects of his room had at least a picture of what pokemon yellow. When he saw me, Marc looked at me with a smile moron. He said: Pika pika ... Chuuuuu! And he grimaced trying to be cute.

I ran to tell his mother to go to her room. She burst into tears and told me to leave. I stood outside his house to see what was going to spend it. His mother took him in his arms and emmenat in the car. When Marc saw me on the other side of the street, he blew in the glass to make mist and drew a Pikachu. I saw the car disappear down the