Carolina Simental Ms. Lehmann English 2-2A 4 October 2019 My Best Friend On a cold Fall morning, I opened my eyes to look out my window. I noticed that my dog, Cleo, was also looking out a nearby window. I called her and she came running, as if to say, “Good! You’re awake!” I got off my bed and served her food and water in her little copper bowls, but she did not want to eat. It was as if she could sense what was going to happen that evening. I continued with my day. I made oatmeal for breakfast and topped it with all types of fruit. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Cleo had finally taken a bite of her food. I felt that she had been waiting for me the whole time. A warm feeling took over my body, and I knew she was my best friend. Like every other day, I arrived at school, and my best friend was waiting for me by my locker. I explained to her that I was going to be taking Cleo to the doctor’s office that evening to find out what was going on with the huge ball that had formed on her stomach. I said, “We took her in a week ago to get checked out, but today the vet is going to tell us the results of the x-rays and blood tests that were taken.” My friend tried to comfort me and replied, “Well, I hope it’s nothing serious!” The morning bell rung and we went to our first class. It was the longest day ever. I couldn’t focus on my schoolwork at all. All I could think about was Cleo and whether she would she be ok. The final bell rang, and I bolted from my seat. I couldn’t wait to get home. Once I arrived home, I found Cleo lying on the floor barely moving. I wrapped her in a blanket, and my mom drove us to the veterinarian’s office. I was frightened and asked my mom, “What is going to happen to her?” She answered, “Hopefully nothing will happen to her, but in this world you never know!” My eyes started to well up, and I looked at her with a scowl. It was dead quiet for the rest of the ride. As we arrived at the vet’s office, Cleo started to shake like a rattle. We checked in and were seated in the waiting area. A woman in purple scrubs called for Cleo and her owners. We stood up and followed her back to an exam room. After about five minutes, the vet came in and introduced herself. Cleo shook like crazy and felt like a small massage chair in my arms. The vet told us, “Well, I have bad news. The tumor has spread faster than we thought and has spread to her heart. I am going to be giving you some pain pills for her, but it is time to say goodbye.” My mom and I waited for the medication. Then, with tears in our eyes, we headed home. When we got home, I gave her a warm bath and let her sit and dry while I did some chores. Once I was finished, I grabbed her and put her on my lap. I her and thought about all of our memories and the things we had gone through. I realized that we had never taken a picture together, so that was done immediately. A week went by, and I noticed she wasn’t moving, was depressed, and slept all of the time. My parents told me they would be taking her to be put down. I kept denying it, but deep down I knew she was suffering. The next morning I woke up and Cleo wasn’t there, but neither were my parents. An hour later, my parents arrived home and told me they had taken her to the vet to be put down. It was awful! I cried for the next three days. What I learned from my tragic experience is that I will never have a friend like that again. Personal Narrative Reflection Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. the process I went through is first I put down my thoughts I brain stormed I didn't know what to wight about so I wrote down memory that my teacher Ms. Lehmann told us about she asked us tell me a time when you were sad or mad, happy, angry, unexplainable, I chose a sad moment for me. secondly I wrote a outline explaining how the days when on. third and last I wrote my story with a little bit of dialogue, imagery, and show don't tell.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? This paper qualifies as a narrative because it meets the requirements of dialogue, imagery and, show don't tell. It is also a personal story. it meets the requirements of dialogue for example "I was frightened and asked my mom,"what is going to happen to her?" she answered,"hopefully nothing will happen to her, but in this world you never know!"(page 2). I used show don't tell in "my eyes started to well up"(page 2).
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? that is my favorite part because it has a little bit of everything. (I was frightened and asked my mom, “What is going to happen to her?” She answered, “Hopefully nothing will happen to her, but in this world you never know!” My eyes started to well up, and I looked at her with a scowl. It was dead quiet for the rest of the ride.) (page 2).