Foxy Cleopatra Narrative

I am a foxy Cleopatra that cannot be messed with. In other words, I’m a unique individual that was designed by all knowing God. He created me to be an organized, crybaby boss, who has no filter. With much difficulty, I was molded with melancholic traits, dusted with the spirt of a choleric, and blessed with the peaceful nature of a phlegmatic. I was wonderfully made to be me, and that is who I want to be.

I may act all tough, but in reality I am a sensitive little girl that gets easily offended, so it wouldn 't be a surprise to know that I am overly emotional. In fact, emotional cry baby does not even begin to describe me enough because I cry for everything. When I get overwhelmed, sad, mad, angry, or even happy, I cry. In the past two weeks, …show more content…
Thomas and visit my grandmother. She is elderly, so I feel it is my duty to help her around the house whenever I visit, but there is always a problem when I go and visit her. My grandmother does not mind a messy house. Unfortunately, her unclean tendencies annoy me to no end, especially when my grandmother decides to clean fish. She just doesn 't understand my craving for organization, and I guess that is where we don 't see eye to eye. She has no problem with fish scales and allows them to fly around the room, but I have a problem with them. All I want is a clean kitchen that has no fishy scales or sharp objects. Furthermore, my grandmother has this old table that she got a long time ago. She loves this ancient table, but it has pointy edges. I am so afraid of hitting the table that I refuse to get a glass of water at night. In order for me to get to the kitchen light, I have to past that table. Now, if I was James Bond, I would never bump into that table again. With all those cool gadgets he has, I am almost positive I would miss every single corner of that stupid table, but that is besides the point. I hate pain and all that table causes me is pain. I don 't know about others, but I am not one for suffering, so I usually just stay in bed. If I need water, I just stay in bed and think about the reasons why I forgot to get it in the first place because once I hit that table, that 's it. Although I hate that table, I would feel bad if I demanded for …show more content…
My Aunt Tessa’s house is usually where we stay since lives close to all the malls. Don 't get me wrong, I love staying with my aunt, but her son is not the most ideal person to stay with, and seeing that he lives there too, it is almost impossible to miss him. Junior, my cousin, is a grown man that loves to make a mess. His room and car are living testimonies of his messiness. Whenever I enter his room and car, I feel as if I lose my mind piece by piece because I never believed a room or car could be that messy. I always have to yell at him to clean them. I yell and yell until he has no choice but to clean his room and car. I usually try not to be mean and get upset and boss him around, but someone has to put him in his place and I guess it just has to be me. As a choleric, I believe it is his fault for making me act the way I do. If he were to do what is needed to be done right the first time, there would be no need for me to interfere. I feel as if he should know what to do because once I get their he only has one option, which consists of him cleaning my way and my way only. One could see a problem with that, but I don 't. The whole situation could have been avoided, if he would have kept his