Personal Narrative: My Kindergarten

I stood in the kitchen doorway with my face red and my eyes puffy. It felt like part of me was gone and I couldn’t do anything except for cry into my mom’s shirt. All the memories flooded back into my head knowing that I had to hold onto them, because if I lost them it would be like losing her altogether. I walked into my Kindergarten class as the room was lit up by the morning sun light. I had a smile that went from ear to ear. My two teachers stood in the corner of the room and I raced over to them to say hi. “Good Morning Mrs. Summer and Mrs. Wolf,”I exclaimed cheerfully. “Goodmorning,” They answered in unison. A smile grew on their faces. I went to my desk and got ready for the day. Mrs. Wolf stood infront of the class and told us to write …show more content…
The glass door squealed as I threw it open. I flew into the house expecting to see Klondike in her big, blue bed, where she normally was,but she was missing. I quickly thought about where she might be and I remembered how she likes to sit outside under the pool deck in the shade. I quickly dropped all my homework and sprinted to the backyard. The grass was warm from the afternoon sun underneath my feet. I searched the whole backyard, every inch, and she was nowhere. I scurried back inside to go find my parents and sister, Katie, in the kitchen. “Wheres Scoobie?” Katie asked. Our parents looked at eachother with depressed expressions before my dad mumbled, “we took her to the vet today and they put her down.” My heart sank like a pile of boulders falling off a cliff. My parents had tears in their eyes as we all stood there as if time froze. It was like no one could move. No one dared to move at least. We stood there for what felt like hours. I was still trying to process it. “Was she really gone?” A million thoughts and emotions filled up my mind. They all fought to be the first one out of my mouth. I tried to say something but nothing came out, not even a