Personal Narrative-Out Of Persuasion

I awaken early, and tiptoe around my softly sleeping sister over to the window. With the sleeve of my nightgown, I clear off the fog on my window, and open it wide, leaning out into a chilly world. The breeze whips around me, as I take a deep breath of fresh air. However, I can't help feeling strange. Every day I sit this window, and watch to the dawn turn to day, but today the sky doesn't hypnotize me and take into a dreamland. The purple and blue-ish gray sky somehow seems drab, and sorrowful. Even the birds don't seem to be singing their normally cheerful song. Something is off, but I just can't put my finger on it. I temporarily push the weird thoughts away, and get dressed, trying to focus on the day ahead, but on I trip to town to the bakery, everywhere I keep hearing …show more content…
I hate eavesdrop, but I had to know. Out of nowhere, an anger boils up in my veins. It's not only this new tax that is making me angry, it's every tax that they have already put on us, and the fact that Britain thinks we are their own personal bank. Don't they understand that we have lives to take car of too. Can't they see we can't just be throwing money to a cause that doesn't directly affect us. Plus, I'm a partly angry at my parents, why didn't they say anything to me, I'm not a baby, did they think I wouldn't understand? I storm into the room, looking into my parents' eyes, “Why didn't anyone tell me?” I question them. My mother jumps, surprise spreading across her face, “Have you been their all that – ” “I'm old enough now for you to tell me what is going on without having to secretly listen,” I continue My father's voice is firm and stern, “Henrietta, you should be in bed. How dare you raise your tone at your mother, and be listening outside the door. Straight to bed, and I don't want another