Personal Narrative On Air Conditioning

Clunk, The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place, securing me in the house. Or so I thought. My mom got in the car and drove away, to return at 9 o’clock that night. I spent about an hour just sitting around, checking my phone, and wasting time. I thought about cleaning my “biohazard of a messy room” but I decided against it. I then realized that I wanted to go on a bike ride, but before that, I would need to do a load of laundry. I put it in the clothes, turned the machine on, and left it running. I closed the doors leading to the kitchen, as well as the hallway, wanting to turn on the air conditioning. Since our air conditioning unit was a window one and at least 10 years old it only worked in one room, which we designated as the living …show more content…
As soon as the man saw me he motioned down the hallway telling me to come. I followed, not exactly knowing what was happening at the time. Going down the hallway I see my calligraphy on the wall, the marks in crayon that I made as a baby. in As I turned down the hallway he pointed to my mom's room, telling me to sit. When I moved forward into my mom's room I saw that a bag of jewelry was on the floor, and had been opened. As I sat down the realization hit me like a truck, I was being robbed. When I sat down I couldn't move a muscle, scared out of my mind. I heard him step in the house for slightly longer, then I heard a noise of scraping metal, and all was silent. Too petrified to turn around, seeing as the man may have still been in the house, I felt like I would be here for a long time. As I sat I realized that the robber had not noticed that I was holding my tablet when I saw him, I also remembered that I had enabled texting on my tablet since I sometimes would forget to take my phone off of airplane mode. Quickly I sent a text to my mother reading, “We're being robbed, call the cops.” with the next text stating “Do not text back!” Fearing that my phone still had the ringer on, and the robber may be in the house and hear the ringer. Being that my mom was quite scared and not knowing what was going on she texted back “R u Serious?” I responded yes, and fearing that she may not be taking me seriously I also texted my grandma the same thing. As I sat there I worried that this situation would be disastrous for my credibility, I mean the man had probably booked it out of there and only took jewelry, what if my mom thought that I was lying? All was silent in the house until I heard a loud buzzing noise, I calmed down, realizing that it was just the automatic timer on the washing machine. I sat