Personal Narrative: Pency Prep

Here I am, talking to you again. There is no point in talking about Pency Prep or the fact that I was in a mental institution because you already know all that crap. They told me lots of doctor bull, and said I had to grow up or whatever. To be honest, I didn’t want to grow up. In fact it was the last thing I ever wanted to do. Anyways, this story is about my last semester in school. I’ll try to keep this one short. I’ll begin the day I met her. I was the manager of the lacrosse team taking the subway just like last time, and by the way I was still wearing my red hunting hat. And just like last time, I had all the teams’ equipment with me. But this time there was no way I would not make, I was already very early. The subway stopped, and the …show more content…
She had her hands in the pockets of her jean jacket. She had these sharp dark eyebrows and dark dirty blonde hair. Her face was shaped like one of those perfectly smooth blue eggs you got on easter. She was absolutely stunning. Not stunning like one of those phony movie actresses, but she was real. She sat down across from me. She had a bag with her she put on the floor in between her legs. I wanted to strike up a conversation with her, I couldn’t pass up this chance “What’dja got in the bag?” I asked. Trying to seem all cool and laidback. “Hm?” She said. “I asked, what do you have in the bag.” I repeated. I don’t like to repeat myself I really don’t. “Oh this?” She lifted her bag slightly. “I don’t know if its any of your business.” That just about pissed me right off. I almost stopped talking to her all together. All I wanted to know what was in the bag not about you goddam personal life. “No, I was just wondering what was in the bag.” I said. It was true. I really was wondering what was in the bag regardless of how pretty she …show more content…
“Alright good luck.” Rich responded. I went home and got up the next day determined to find the girl. I don’t know why I wanted to do this so much. Maybe it was because I wanted to go around New York like I did last year, I mean I could have done it any other weekend, but I guess I didn’t have any reason to. Or maybe it was because if it was for Phoebe I would be pretty pissed. I’ll tell you that a lot of things happened while going around in New York but I’ll just summarize for you. I went to the post office, they didn’t know about any Legos, and that it would have been wrapped when they gave it to her. I had to wait for a guy who was actually working at the time, and when he finally came he told me that she immediately unwrapped it, and maybe the wrapping is still in the garbage so I could get the address, but there was no luck there. He ended up telling me who knew a guy who might know her, who, when I found him, told me his brother knew the family. Basically, it was about one in the morning before I got to her goddam