Personal Narrative

I knew I was in trouble after the talent show. Being an exuberant person, when I saw my old friend, Harrison, at a school talent show a few years ago, I felt overjoyed. I lept up from my spot on the bleachers and raced onto the floor, screaming his name as I jumped onto his back. You can already tell where this is going, can’t you? Harrison wasn’t actually Harrison. After the painfully awkward and sharp realization and the jumbled apologies,“oh God oh God sorry man so so sorry,” I knew it was finally time to face the truth; I needed glasses. My eyesight had been failing me for years now, but the humiliating, although, now that I’m thinking about it, kind of hilarious, experience finally led up to the infamous trip to the optometrist. …show more content…
I had no idea what to expect from the ordeal, since I had never been, so all these foreboding thoughts filled my head. Visions of medical tools plunging into my eyes filled my head, a doctor cackling his maniacal laugh in the hallway. Naturally, my mom scoffed at my fears. “Bethany,” she laughed, pulling into the parking lot, “this is honestly nothing to worry about.” But I couldn’t shake the feeling of something going horribly wrong. The optometrist’s office looked barren and dark as we stepped in. A chill hit me instantly, forming a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I shivered and waited in the hard plastic chair for my eventual demise. A nurse, who was kind lady who sort of looked like an overly-sugary sweet grandma plotting against me, called my name after my own personal eternity stretched