Personal Narrative: Grandma's Homemade Brownies

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I woke up to the most gracious smell in the world, Grandma’s homemade brownies. I know I said Grandma my Grandma was not my favorite person but you have got to give her compliments to her brownies. They were the best things in the world. Grandma always thought of me as the better Grandchild, so she always left me something special. So I thought that the brownies were for me, and then I remembered that it was Michael’s Birthday today. I had totally forgot to buy him a present. I changed into my overalls as quick as I could and checked Michael and Ezekiel’s room to see if he was still asleep but he was not. I thought that Michael might have gone out. That was good for me though, I would have enough time to buy him a present. I ran down stairs to Grandma and asked if I could go out and buy Michael a present. Of course she said yes. She gave me some money and I was on my way. …show more content…
I bought Michael a new drone because his last one was shot out of the sky by our neighbors. It is a long story. I asked the shopkeeper for some wrapping paper and luckily he had some so I wrapped the present quickly and headed for home as quick as I could. On my way I saw a strange figure dash in front of me. At first I thought it was a dog then I realized the figure was much bigger than a dog. I was too afraid to check what kind of animal it was so I walked home as quick as I could. As I kept walking I felt like I was being watched. I quite walking and I started running. I reached home before the figure that was watching me could catch me. I ran to the Kitchen and placed Michael’s present on the counter top. Then I quickly rushed upstairs to change into something less

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