Personal Narrative-It's Time To Go Back To California

As soon as I walked through my door, I began looking for all of my Trump products. I was burning them all! I looked through my closet, all my drawers, cabinets, everything. I found Trump shirts, hats, sweaters, cups, blankets, pretty much anything that you could think of. I grabbed it all and through it into the fireplace that was already blazing with fire. I sat there and watched it all burn. All of a sudden, I heard a extremely loud knock at the door, it made me jump out of my seat. I walked over to the door and seen two government officials holding their badges and handed me a slip of paper. “Hello Cordelia, I am Sean and this is Steven. We are here to let you know that you must report to the address on the paper by 8AM tomorrow. There will be a car here in a few minutes to pick you up and take you to the airport. You can pack 5 items you would like to take with you, be ready to leave in about 30 minutes.” I shut the door, the address on the paper was 18241 Colina Norte, San Diego, California. Did they really expect me to go all the way to California? I was debating on wether I should follow through with it or not, but eventually would, I wanted to know why they needed me there. …show more content…
We got to the airport and they quickly got me onto one of the government’s private jets. Throughout the entire flight I started thinking about the different reasons that they would take me here. Was it was I said to President Trump? Was it because I decided to burn all of my Trump products? Did I do something wrong without knowing? I just couldn’t figure it out. Next thing you know, we’re already landing in San Diego and they rush me into a car as soon as I get off of the private jet. I began shaking out of nervousness. It took online about ten minutes to arrive at the address. I really didn’t want to be here, but I couldn’t get out of it