Harley's Life-Personal Narrative

I crawled through the open window of Harley’s apartment on the fifth floor. I suspected that he wasn't home, with all the lights turned off. Although, there was a faint sound of music playing from his iPod hidden under the pillow of his desk chair, with the cord sticking out. I only noticed that he was home when I saw a light from the crack of the bathroom door, but I didn't bother to call his name. It was normal for me to enter through the window everyday after I ate dinner, he was usually sitting on his bed by then. I sat on his bed full of his clothes that he covered up with a red plaid quilt. Harley’s bed was messier than usual. He had rock and roll CDs and books scattered all over, with his laptop prompt opened to some mixing music software. …show more content…
You’ve done the same thing, steal music from online to create your mixes.” “Tal, really,” Harley looked at me, as he didn't want to play the blame game. He just waited for me to blurt out my plan. Yet, he did know me pretty well. With all my schemes I’ve done in the past, he was the only person I could actually trust. Despite being into rock and roll, his personality was so dead. “Okay, fine,” I said. I put my hands up. “Well, it’s almost Labor Day, the fair is closing the same day…Well let’s just say I’m going to have a little fun with my life.” “Is it bad. Tal, am I going to get hurt?” I looked at Harley as if I was dragging him into my plan, but I was simply just telling him. I smirked, “Harley, I haven’t hurt you in the past and I will never hurt you…” Harley interrupted, “You’re gonna hurt yourself aren’t you. I know you Tal. It’s the same thing you’ve done in the past. You’re going to commit some sort of act, get caught, and get sent back to Nathan. He’s not going to know what to do with you but send you to another home. Instead, you’re going to come back to me.” “That’s where you’re wrong. I can’t go back to Nathan. I turn 18, a week after Labor Day. I’m not going to get hurt, and you won’t either. Just