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Personal Narrative-A Day In Middle School
It was a cold, dreary and lifeless monday morning during my eighth grade year of middle school. The pain from my braces pulled at my teeth as I moved my tongue across the brackets that were freshly put on five days prior. The only thought that ran through my head was, ‘Only temporary, I’ll only have train tracks for a year, two years tops.’ Slowly and dreadfully, I made my way to the bathroom but as I made it through the door frame, a dull but awkward sensation of blurriness went through my eyes. I grabbed my toothbrush, got it wet but as I placed it to my mouth it dropped. The sound alarmed my mother, who called out and asked, “Is everything alright?”
I wanted to respond, I really did but nothing came out. My breathing felt shallow but my heart was racing to the point where …show more content…
“Am I dying?” I asked in a jokingly but semi serious tone.
My mom rolled her eyes and shook her head when she heard my silly question.
“Well no, but after these tests we can find out what is wrong with you. I mean you are a healthy girl and shouldn’t be passing out.” He replied.
Passing out.. Passing out, the words pierced my ears and bounced around in my head. ‘But why? How? What’s wrong with me?’ I thought as I waited for the doctor. I looked around the sad plain room, my IV drip slowly going out. I crank my neck to look at my mom and as soon as I did, I smiled as I saw a familiar face enter the room, I squinted hard and saw my grandma. Not having my glasses nor contacts didn’t help the situation.
Soon a nurse came into the room and started to take off the patches, which hurt as she would slowly peeled it off. My mom started to ask questions, but being myself I drowned out the conversation and watched as she peeled the patches from my skin. A couple of minutes later the doctor came in and had a board.
“Well the good news was with all the tests, there was nothing else there..” he said.
“Nothing else there?..” my mom
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