Personal Narrative: The Heavy Mushroom
Nothing! I just wanted to go to the Heavy Mushrooms concert with my friends, but no worries it's too late now. Why can't you go. I grounded. Well why are you grounded. I snuck out of the house, and I wasn't aloud out. Well there's nothing I can help you with if it's too late. So Charlie grabs his can and floats away. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call that my parent have been ran off the road by a semi and did not survive. So I pack mine and my brothers bag, and open the cookie jar. Taped to the lid is six hundred dollars, so I grab it and put it in my pocket. Then I catch a cab to go pick up my brother from his friend's house. Then go from Missouri to Texas.
Five years later I am now eighteen and my brother is fourteen. I get a job as
Five years later I am now eighteen and my brother is fourteen. I get a job as