Personal Narrative: A Trip To A Nursing Home

I walk into the old thrift shop on the corner which smells like a nursing home. I'm not sure why it smells like it. I'm not sure why it always smells that way, it could be the clerk who is around late 70s or early 80s. I walk around just browsing the aisles, just looking for something. “What are you doing?” The clerk asks me as I see a pair of jeans. “Looking ma'am.” I make my way to a jewelry case and I see a silver ring, which looks rather nice. “Can I see this ring?” I ask the clerk. She walks over to me slowly. I sigh in annoyance for how slow she is moving. “Which one.” she asks me. “The silver one.” I say pointing to it. She grabs it with a cloth and gives it to me. As soon as the ring hits the skin of my hand, it starts burning a circle into the palm of my hand. I jump from the pain and I drop the ring. It hits the ground with a loud ting, it spins around and a ball of fire swallows the ring. The fire dies and the ring is gone, I look up at where the clerk was standing. “What the?!” I look around and see …show more content…
Thank you.” My mom says with a smile on her face. “Of course mom, and you’re welcome.” I say to her as I run up the stairs to go to my room. I throw the door open, trying to hurry up and find something to wear. I look into my closet and see a white button up with little navy blue stars. I take my batman t-shirt and throw it on my bed, then I grab the button up and put it on. I look through my Jeans and find a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and I grab and put them on after I take off my red and black flannel p.j. Pants. I grab a pair of grey skater socks, and my black low-top vans. I look around to see what jacket to wear. ‘Parka or leather jacket.’ “PARKA!” I say as I grab my long olive green parka and my backpack. I throw my parka on and I bolt down stairs grabbing my lunch. I quickly stuff my lunch in my backpack and I bolt out the door to the bus stop just as soon as the bus