Personal Narrative Essay: The Story Of Destinee
I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Destinee, WHAT is gone?” I yelled. “My basketball hoop! I’m supposed to be able to see it from this window and I can’t see it. It’s gone. Someone stole my basketball hoop.” She replied
I didn’t believe her for a second so I walked over to the window. Sure enough, there was not a basketball hoop in sight. From the angle of the window I could see only the bottom of the driveway. I didn’t know where the basketball hoop would have been, but I knew that it wasn’t in sight. Destinee started to panic. “I have to call my mom” she said, “she’s going to be so mad.”
Destinee and I had not been friends for very long at that point, but if there was one thing I knew, it was that her mom was one crazy lady. Anything could send that woman into a fit. Destinee had told me many horror stories of her mother, Tracy Debates, and from what it sounded like, she was a real life Voldemort. Destinee’s face turned pale as she she dialed the phone. I could tell that she was already fearing her mother’s reaction. As the phone rang, she put it on speaker.
“Hello?” her mom answered. “Mom there’s a problem” Destinee started “The basketball