Narrative Essay On Blood Testing Day

Four girls are running around hold hands in a daisy field. They look happy and content their lives. They all grow up to be bold women but when one betrays them, it never feels the same. “Iris, will you stop daydreaming and get back to work please,” Mrs. Crow said with an annoyed tone. She looks at me for a moment more until going back to what she was doing. I sigh and say, “Oh, sorry Ms. Crow,” and turn back to my work. I quickly look for a piece of paper and write my daydream down. That might make a good book. I'm sit in my nine-grade earth science class boredom hits me like a ton brick. Earlier in the week each individual person had to pick out three stones or gems, do a research project on them, present it in front of the class, and try …show more content…
We’re not a pretty as we seem here in Gleamia. But only I seem to realize that. I decided to do what I should have done for years and not just start now, leave. Most people get sick on blood testing day, they get nervous because if they have a long line of magical people they don’t want anyone to be disappointed in them. I don’t have to worry about any of that since I don’t even know who my real parents are. I raise my hand and Mrs. Crow slowly looks up at me and rolls her eyes, “What, Iris?” she says annoyed, “I need to go to the bathroom, I think I’m going to be sick,” I try to look sick but it doesn’t seem to be working but, she rolls her eyes again and nods her head letting me leave. After I gather all my things and rush out the door and to one of the nearest back exits. They post guards at every doorway making sure no one gets out without having their blood tested first. I go to the farthest door I can think of, hoping they wouldn’t think to put someone there to keep watch on it. I walked down as many secondary halls ways that I could. So I wouldn’t run into too many people. When I had to take the main hallway, I ran through the hall then made a sharp left at Mr. Ross’s …show more content…
I grab the books that I set on the ground and dust off the bottom of the last one and put them in my backpack. I get ready to blend in with the cluster of people walking in every direction. In Gleamia, we don’t believe in anything that is not by foot, so I don’t have to worry about things hitting and killing me, like other places have too. I pull the hood over my head and slip out of the alleyway. As I’m walking across the black walking roads towards a white building you would mistake as any another building in this city, I seem something out of the corner of my eye. It looks like a woman dressed in white standing in the middle of the street she looks like a queen, but I couldn’t look for very long I had to keep going. I reach my apartment building and head for the elevator. I hit the third-floor button and keeping my head down hoping no one would want an elevator ride. The slow ride to the third floor made me feel like someone was making this ride slower on purpose, to see if I would notice. The elevator slowly stops and the doors (at snail speed) open. I grab the elevator doors and shove them to the sides so I can get out and to my apartment at the end of the