When Michael and I were dating, I had a feeling that, for some reasons, everything wasn’t going all right. I felt like we weren’t the same as we were 2 month ago. My feelings for him started to doubt, because, I felt like he was dating another girl.
Today, when I came back after school, I really wanted to take a nap, because I was so exhausted of the day that I had, but, the day wasn’t over. When I got home, I saw mom in the kitchen, which pretty surprised me, because generally, I get home before her. “Hey mom, I’m going to take a nap, don’t disturb me please.” I said. “Hey honey, how was your day?” she said, with joy on her face. “Great.” I said, with sarcasm. Right before I slammed my bedroom’s door, mom said with a loud voice “We are …show more content…
I remembered that, grandma always use to say : “Before putting stuff in your laundry basket, make sure that there isn’t anything in your pockets!” “Once I’ll remember this sentence from grandma, I’ll always do it!” I said, to myself. After picking up all my shirts that were on the floor, I started to pick up all my jeans, and putting my hands in all four of the pockets. Once I got to the 5th jeans, I felt something in my front right pocket. Something hard, and in a weird shape. Once I got it out of the pocket, I suddenly remembered that, that day when Michael forgot his jacket at his house, and didn’t want to go because he was too lazy, so he asked me if I could go grab it for him. That was a year ago, and I still didn’t give it back?! …show more content…
How do I know that nobody is at his house? Remember, I was dating him, and I knew exactly what time his parents were coming back home. Once arriving to his house, I parked on the driveway, and ran to the door, opened it, and I ran upstairs to his bedroom to find out everything. When I came in, the smell of his deodorant reminded me whenever we cuddled together, and hugged each other to say “hi!” and “see you tomorrow!” First, I started to check on his drawers, on his desk, under his bed, under the sheets (he used to hide all of our cute pictures together under his sheets), and when I pulled his sheets of his bed out, my mouth was opened as big as the White House. I found 0 pictures of him and myself, all of our pictures were in the trash can, gone. This made me so mad, that I started to tear off all the pictures with him and her, and put them in the trash can. Once I was done tearing them, I heard a laughing sound that sounded like a girl and like a boy. I assumed that it was Michael and that popular girl. When I heard the door of the entrance opening, I was so scared that I went hiding in his closet. I heard some steps going upstairs, and when I heard Michael’s door opening, my
Today, when I came back after school, I really wanted to take a nap, because I was so exhausted of the day that I had, but, the day wasn’t over. When I got home, I saw mom in the kitchen, which pretty surprised me, because generally, I get home before her. “Hey mom, I’m going to take a nap, don’t disturb me please.” I said. “Hey honey, how was your day?” she said, with joy on her face. “Great.” I said, with sarcasm. Right before I slammed my bedroom’s door, mom said with a loud voice “We are …show more content…
I remembered that, grandma always use to say : “Before putting stuff in your laundry basket, make sure that there isn’t anything in your pockets!” “Once I’ll remember this sentence from grandma, I’ll always do it!” I said, to myself. After picking up all my shirts that were on the floor, I started to pick up all my jeans, and putting my hands in all four of the pockets. Once I got to the 5th jeans, I felt something in my front right pocket. Something hard, and in a weird shape. Once I got it out of the pocket, I suddenly remembered that, that day when Michael forgot his jacket at his house, and didn’t want to go because he was too lazy, so he asked me if I could go grab it for him. That was a year ago, and I still didn’t give it back?! …show more content…
How do I know that nobody is at his house? Remember, I was dating him, and I knew exactly what time his parents were coming back home. Once arriving to his house, I parked on the driveway, and ran to the door, opened it, and I ran upstairs to his bedroom to find out everything. When I came in, the smell of his deodorant reminded me whenever we cuddled together, and hugged each other to say “hi!” and “see you tomorrow!” First, I started to check on his drawers, on his desk, under his bed, under the sheets (he used to hide all of our cute pictures together under his sheets), and when I pulled his sheets of his bed out, my mouth was opened as big as the White House. I found 0 pictures of him and myself, all of our pictures were in the trash can, gone. This made me so mad, that I started to tear off all the pictures with him and her, and put them in the trash can. Once I was done tearing them, I heard a laughing sound that sounded like a girl and like a boy. I assumed that it was Michael and that popular girl. When I heard the door of the entrance opening, I was so scared that I went hiding in his closet. I heard some steps going upstairs, and when I heard Michael’s door opening, my