Personal Narrative Essay: Who I Belonged To Boribo '

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Before we went separate ways, I played with someone's teddy bear but I don't know to whom it was. Maybe it belonged to Boribo? First of all, we went into a supermarket where some of us bought their lunches. Mael, Valentine, Ly and Boribo shared a sushi plate. It looked mouthwatering. I wanted to get some Dutch specialty like stroopwafels but I hadn't enough money. Instead, I walked around with Zoé. She was looking for a tobacconist. We went until the end of the street and back before asking to a bunch of girls. They pointed out the way. The supermarket actually sold tobacco. Zoé thought that it was legal for a shop to sell it to sixteen-year-old people. She was wrong and failed when the seller asked her ID. I admired Zoé for a silly thing. …show more content…
Students were dancing, screaming, living. Clara and Emma gave the respond to the Amstersecret. I had correct to four of them. There were really funny anecdotes! As I was suspected, Zoé was the one who liked run in the blockhouse. It's just so like her. Abram almost died by falling from a ski lift and Mael only left France once. If one day I bought my ship, I will take her on a round-the-world trip. As we revealed ourselves the teachers had to do the same. That was the funnier part. Mr. Schlosser's hobby during his childhood was to watch the cows and their cowpat. Mr. Norgeot had been arrested in Dubai and spent the evening in a police station wearing a shirt were a swear word was written. Mme Bellito was stitched without anesthetic. To go on the game some of us added more anecdotes. I told the numerous times where I offered my little sister to run away with me during our childhood but she denounced me to our parents. Apparently, Abram was refused a beer and had to drink a 0%!! He minimized the thing by telling the whole bus I was drunk after two beers at the class meal. Which wasn't true… At all. Okay… Maybe I was a bit. After that, Mael made me listened to her “Playlist of Shame” which consist of the types of music we listened to but of which we're not comfortable with. She had Taylor Swift songs! In payback I made her listened to mine. A slept a bit, she lent me her shoulder. When I woke up, Zoé was about to start the reading of what we …show more content…
They keep saying that we've never completely left Amsterdam. I can't totally disagree on the later. Although it's not because we act any different, we're always the same on the surface. But I believe that each of us learned a thing and brought something back, that a piece of us remained there and that we took a piece of Amsterdam to fill the hole. That sparkle we shared deep inside our eyes, the immediate tightness of our bodies when someone makes an allusion, the faint smile on our lips when we glance at each other in the hallway. Those living details which weren't there before. I guess I was wrong. I think it's called a memory. An everlasting and timeless

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