Swing No More
I believe the best lessons come from making mistakes. When I was seven years old my neighbor friend and I became enemies. I will never forget how psychotic she was. Her name is Sarah and she starred in our window with her bold blue eyes trying to make my cat come to her. My cat rolled his eyes and delivered a aggravated hiss.
She filled her closet up as high as a mountain with objects, it will eventually fall on her grandmother when she open it. One day at school I was enjoying a Hershey kiss letting it melt in my mouth. Then Sarah destroyed my flavorful candy experience, by telling the teacher I was eating in class. My brown eyes expressed my thoughts. Our teacher called my mom and exaggerated the issue.
My mom would not let me go outside until I cleaned my enchanting room, envying kitchen and echoing bathroom. As I was cleaning someone decided to ring our door bell filling the house with suspense. Sarah asked if I can play with her. My mom responded saying I have to finish cleaning up.
Considering I was still flabbergasted from her snitching on me I was slowly cleaning. Sarah became impatient and had the nerve to press our door bel again, but I answered this time. She asked me when will I be finished. I told her not to worry about it because it was her fault. She decided to fi her lips and ask me if she could ride my envy inducing bike.
The only word I could say NO! She seemed to be undoubtedly upset because she walked back home with the speed of a two legged turtle. I calmly continued to clean up, but I was distracted by the memorable sound of happiness. I looked out the window and I could not believe my pretty brown eyes. I saw Sarah happily riding my bike.
There was too much adrenaline I could not control myself. I spotted her swing in her back yard. I then had a Madea idea. I grabbed my school safety scissors and jumped over the fence separating our yard. I spent five minutes of my life dedicating my strength to destroy Sarah’s swing.
Her grandmother saw me, but it was clearly to late. I demolished her swing letting my anger out. I calmly put my bike in the garage. I did not yell at Sarah because I started to regret what I did. A few minutes later Sarah’s grandmother wanted to speak to my mom. I knew I would never in eternity see daylight again when my mom stepped outside. I was waiting for an extremely long time I began imagining her belt making contact with my sweaty skin. The door closed and my name was called. I heard her laughing filling her cheeks with blood. She knew she was not supposed to laugh, remarkably covering it up by putting me on punishment for three weeks. I never acted on anger again.
I believe the best lessons come from making mistakes. When I was seven years old my neighbor friend and I became enemies. I will never forget how psychotic she was. Her name is Sarah and she starred in our window with her bold blue eyes trying to make my cat come to her. My cat rolled his eyes and delivered a aggravated hiss.
She filled her closet up as high as a mountain with objects, it will eventually fall on her grandmother when she open it. One day at school I was enjoying a Hershey kiss letting it melt in my mouth. Then Sarah destroyed my flavorful candy experience, by telling the teacher I was eating in class. My brown eyes expressed my thoughts. Our teacher called my mom and exaggerated the issue.
My mom would not let me go outside until I cleaned my enchanting room, envying kitchen and echoing bathroom. As I was cleaning someone decided to ring our door bell filling the house with suspense. Sarah asked if I can play with her. My mom responded saying I have to finish cleaning up.
Considering I was still flabbergasted from her snitching on me I was slowly cleaning. Sarah became impatient and had the nerve to press our door bel again, but I answered this time. She asked me when will I be finished. I told her not to worry about it because it was her fault. She decided to fi her lips and ask me if she could ride my envy inducing bike.
The only word I could say NO! She seemed to be undoubtedly upset because she walked back home with the speed of a two legged turtle. I calmly continued to clean up, but I was distracted by the memorable sound of happiness. I looked out the window and I could not believe my pretty brown eyes. I saw Sarah happily riding my bike.
There was too much adrenaline I could not control myself. I spotted her swing in her back yard. I then had a Madea idea. I grabbed my school safety scissors and jumped over the fence separating our yard. I spent five minutes of my life dedicating my strength to destroy Sarah’s swing.
Her grandmother saw me, but it was clearly to late. I demolished her swing letting my anger out. I calmly put my bike in the garage. I did not yell at Sarah because I started to regret what I did. A few minutes later Sarah’s grandmother wanted to speak to my mom. I knew I would never in eternity see daylight again when my mom stepped outside. I was waiting for an extremely long time I began imagining her belt making contact with my sweaty skin. The door closed and my name was called. I heard her laughing filling her cheeks with blood. She knew she was not supposed to laugh, remarkably covering it up by putting me on punishment for three weeks. I never acted on anger again.