Personal Narrative: My Air Conditioner

The summer that seemed to be infinite finished with a brute awakening early in the morning coming from the anxious feeling that indulged my body. It had been a while since I had woken up so early in the morning, causing my eyes to feel as heavy as metal which made the whole boresome process of getting out of bed, harder. I finally slid out of the sheets and sat up right, all while half asleep until my feet suddenly touched the ice like white tile floor. The frigidness of the room crept through my feet into the rest the body as quickly as I regretted getting out of my comfortable mattress and multiple plush blankets. Asking myself why in the world the air conditioner was on so low I quickly made my way to the bathroom as to run away from the snow spilling out of the air vents. In a swift moment I was done getting ready and by then my mother was all set up to go. She was excited, never letting her grin fall. She …show more content…
Earlier the field looked like a fun place but now being on it made my chest burn from trying to keep up the pace with the other kids. After we were done running I felt like I was drained from all the liquid in my body from all of the sweating I had done. I saw a group of girls go up to the coach and seemed to ask him for permission to go and drink water. I started walking towards him in hopes that he would let me go but I froze half way there noticing that I would have to actually talk to him. In my mind I asked myself “…but what if he’s mean? What if he says no?, What if he makes fun of me for not knowing English?” I decided not to go although my throat felt as dry as hay. After the period had ended I followed everyone back inside where we had class. When we went to lunch I followed everyone’s actions carefully so I knew exactly what to do and did not have to ask anyone for help. What had happened earlier that day became a blur when I noticed that we were getting ready to go