Personal Narrative: My Trip To Gallupville

I was walking down a road in my old town, Gallupville. It was a small town and it was kind of like a circle. I would walk down a road, then I would turn left, go straight that road, then turn right, and I was right back where I started. While I was walking I suddenly saw my aunt’s dog, Annie, running down the street. Upon sawing her I immediately yelled her name and ran after her. Annie was an old black and white dog. I can’t remember what breed she was, but I do know that my aunt owed her for as long as I could remember. Whenever I visited my aunt, I would always see Annie and the first thing I would do is pet her on her head. I loved her like she was my own dog.
The odd part about seeing her here was that my aunt lived about two hours away from my house, so why was Annie here? I didn’t even see my aunt around, maybe she was visiting and I didn’t notice her parking her car. I didn’t have …show more content…
As I was about to turn another corner, I spotted a man standing against a building. I couldn’t recognize the man. I don’t think I ever saw him before, but I don’t know if I can really say. Mostly because I couldn’t see his face. I don’t know if it’s because I can’t remember his face or if it was just grayed out. I do remember him wearing a dark brown or black coat.
I walked up to him, still not able to see his face, maybe because I wasn’t that close to him. “Excuse me, have you seen a dog running around here?” I asked, hoping the answer would point me to her direction.
“I’m sorry,” was all he said. Despite not being able see his face, I could still tell that he had a worried expression. Maybe, it was the tone of his voice, which seemed exhausted and a little depressing. I sighed and continued walking. I assumed that his replied meant no, but now looking back, I wondered if it meant something else.
As I walked down the cold road, I didn’t feel anything. I didn’t feel distraughted, exhausted, angry, sad, or even