Camry Milton's Poem-Personal Narrative

My breathing slowed down as I ran through the door of ‘Misty’s Salon’. All eyes turned to the door at the jingling of the bells, causing me to push my fingers through my frizzy hair. I began walking down the aisle until I reached my chair. I dropped my bags beside the chair my customer was sitting in and slid on my plastic gloves.

“KeKe,” my friend, Camry, said from the customer seat as I began separating her hair. “You’re late again!”

Camry Milton, my best friend since junior high. She’s had my back through the craziest situations, which happen to be a lot, seeing that we live in the Bronx. Everything has gone down around here; shootings, robberies, heatwaves. And beside me when it’s all happened is Cam. Besides the fact that she’s my best friend, she’s also my number one customer. I started doing hair in my aunts’ salon about a year ago and once I told Cam, she switched salons’ and became one of my regulars. We haven’t had many classes together since junior high, so the salon is where we tell each other anything exciting. …show more content…
“I know, but I actually have an excuse.” Cam raised her eyebrow at me through the mirror as a response. “I was with Wilson.”

Cam’s eyes grew wide at the news as she released a loud squeal and kicked around in her seat. “Doing what?! Where?! What happened?!”

“Sit still, Cam!” I giggled, trying to add the relaxer to her hair. “I was at the library reading some of the Greek mythology books and him and his.. friend sat down at the table I was