Personal Narrative: My Common Culture
Everything was different.
I think about this a lot. Especially when I first wake up. He's always the first thing that comes into my mind, whether I want that to happen or not.
I always think about what went wrong and what I did, what I could have done. Sometimes I think that I did nothing wrong and he was just a jerk. But even then I still love him.
I try to shake these thoughts away as get out of bed. It's Monday which means I have to go to school today, which means I'll have to see him.
I get out of bed finally, after ten minutes of debating whether or not an education is actually worth it. I mean its not like I actually want to do something that requires an education. All I want to do is take pictures. Its my greatest passion. I remember when I used to do little photoshoots with Troye. He always looked so cute.
I need to stop thinking about him. It'll only make it worse.
"Connor, are you almost ready?" yelled my mom. …show more content…
I ran around my room, throwing on some clothes. As I was leaving my room, I grabbed my bag and put on my favorite Common Culture beanie.
I jumped down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find a plate of bacon and toast.
"Thanks mom." I said as I sat down to eat.
"You're welcome sweetie"
I quickly ate my breakfast, seeing I only had 5 minutes to get to school.
As I was walking to the door I yelled "Bye mom!"
"Bye, have a nice day," she replied.
"We'll see" I mumbled, just quiet enough so she couldn't hear. With that, I started on my way to
I think about this a lot. Especially when I first wake up. He's always the first thing that comes into my mind, whether I want that to happen or not.
I always think about what went wrong and what I did, what I could have done. Sometimes I think that I did nothing wrong and he was just a jerk. But even then I still love him.
I try to shake these thoughts away as get out of bed. It's Monday which means I have to go to school today, which means I'll have to see him.
I get out of bed finally, after ten minutes of debating whether or not an education is actually worth it. I mean its not like I actually want to do something that requires an education. All I want to do is take pictures. Its my greatest passion. I remember when I used to do little photoshoots with Troye. He always looked so cute.
I need to stop thinking about him. It'll only make it worse.
"Connor, are you almost ready?" yelled my mom. …show more content…
I ran around my room, throwing on some clothes. As I was leaving my room, I grabbed my bag and put on my favorite Common Culture beanie.
I jumped down the stairs and went into the kitchen to find a plate of bacon and toast.
"Thanks mom." I said as I sat down to eat.
"You're welcome sweetie"
I quickly ate my breakfast, seeing I only had 5 minutes to get to school.
As I was walking to the door I yelled "Bye mom!"
"Bye, have a nice day," she replied.
"We'll see" I mumbled, just quiet enough so she couldn't hear. With that, I started on my way to