How To Wear Hats-Personal Narrative

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About halfway to school, I remembered that we were not allowed to wear hats in school. I took off my hat and decided to tell people the ears were a head band. As I was stuffing my hat into my backpack, I saw Hazel. Hazel was the kind of person that was always bright and cheery. Always wearing bright colors and making other people laugh. She was a troublemaker and almost never followed the rules, she had green eyes the color of spring. Her hair was a deep chocolate color,and, of course, today her outfit was no different. She was just wearing a hood today. I ran towards her yelling her name. My best friend turned to look at me, and I stopped short. Flowing out from her hood, was hair so blonde, it looked white. Apparently she had dyed it. Hey. …show more content…
But as I listened closely, I heard something else. Something that sounded like feathers. “What? Oh ya. Cat. What about you?” I asked the question carefully, not wanting to cross any boundaries. “Bald Eagle I think.” Hazel 's voice shook as she talked. “Hey. It 's not all bad. Look at this.” Hazel snapped out a pair of brown wings, brushing my face as she did. I stared in awe as she tested out the muscles. “Can you fly with those?” I had a hard time keeping the jealousy out of my voice. All I got were a pair of cat ears and a tail, while Hazel got to fly in the air with the birds. “Never tried.” Hazel 's voice was full of something that sounded like fear. My best friend was afraid of almost nothing. Except for hights. Oh. I felt less jealous now that I remembered that. She tucked in her wings, and we started walking …show more content…
“We can’t just switch so I guess we just have to live with being freaks.” Hazel looked at me angrily. She walked in front of me and said, “Freaks. That 's what you think we are!? I just can’t see why you would think that. We have to live with it. That I think is okay, but being called freaks? Think again Olivia.” Just then, I heard breathing behind me. “Hey Oliva. What up Hazel?” The voice was male, but it was calm and gentle. But I could also hear fear and awe mixed in his voice. I turned around without a second thought. It was Clayton. He was one of my classmates but we weren 't really friends. We were friendly to each other but we never really hung out. I realized my mistake to late. I had never put my sunglasses back on. Clayton’s eyes widened in shock. As if I had just confirmed something. He ran off without another word. “Great” Hazel sounded like she wanted to throw up. “He’s probably going to tell all of his friends.” “Let 's just try to forget about it.” I felt like I was trying to reassure myself as well as Hazel “We can get to school and if people ask us questions, we tell them that Clayton was making things up” “Sounds good” She still sounded uncertain. I decided it would be a good idea to give Hazel a pair of sunglasses. She took them and put them

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