Personal Narrative: Hope
Years have passed by, same old stuff over and over again. Today was different though, something that I would never think that would happen to me happened. Hope was using me to talk to her friend as she usually does. She was also making a bad choice by carrying me down the stairs carelessly. All the sudden she lost her grip on me, and I could feel myself flying to my possible death ahead of me. When I landed I couldn’t see anything, and my screen was all scratched up and destroyed. Next thing I know I’m in a car in Hope’s lap being rushed to an apple store. When we got their Hope picked me up carefully this time, and she carried me inside where I was soon placed in a room to be fixed up. After I was all fixed up I sat there for a while waiting