Narrative Essay On My Doodle

After a few weeks I had started to notice tiny rips on the slender living doodle and thought it was nothing. I went to school and entered my classroom. My teacher had asked for our homework but I had forgotten to do it. I had checked my Doodle frequently noticing the rips were getting bigger and bigger. I had asked the teacher if I could get some tape but he Shrugged the question away and kept talking about Social studies. I attempted to glue together my doodle but it just made the doodle shiver and shake making the rips bigger. the doodle was about to rip but then "RING RING" The bell echoed through the halls of the enormous school signifying the end of school. I ran as fast as I could while trying to keep the doodle safe from anything. I was interrupted by the bus and noticing that the doodle was screaming "OUUUUUUUCCHHH!" …show more content…
I ran and ran and ran as quick as my legs could feeling an aching pain but ignoring it for the sake of the doodle's life. I made it to my porch and as quick as I could rustled through my pockets noticing I lost my house's spare key. I banged and kicked and punched the door as hard as I could hoping to get attention from my parents and then, "creeaak." The door opened and I went as fast as I could to get a piece of tape or a bandage running into my parents who attempted to ask what happened. I couldnt find a bandage anywhere in the first floor of the house. I threw myself into attic searching for anything that could repair the doodle. I dropped back down to the first floor and went into the basement. I rustled through everything in the basement and I found a white bag with a symbol on it. I looked into the bag and I saw it. An entire medical supply with