Christmas Break Narrative

It all began when Christmas break started. Just like other kids, I was extremely excited for the break. It meant no school for two weeks, presents, and more importantly, no school for two weeks. I didn’t know what I wanted for Christmas that year. I had everything, it seemed. I had entertainment, a family that loved me, good grades, and soccer. The only thing I could think of getting was the new DSi. I had a DS, but how could an upgrade hurt anyone? So I added it to the list, and continued to think.
I looked around the room I had been in my whole life. My walls painted blue, my bed covered in New York Yankees sheets, which I loved at the time. It was always somewhat clean. My closet was as messy as the aftermath of a tornado, and my dresser was poorly

She was in Mario’s room, which is right by mine. His room was baby blue, with hues of yellow. His bed sheets were aqua blue, with a Spongebob theme that he had for the last few years. He had a baseball-fashioned fan, with the bulb being covered in a baseball-looking glass, and the blades of the fan were made to look like bats. As well as the overhead fan-light, he had a train lamp on his dresser. He always slept with both his lamp and his light on, because they were both dim. If they weren’t both on, he wouldn’t fall asleep easily. He has a white carpet on the floor that is never dirty, and a closet that he keeps a lot of his clothes in. His dresser drawers were labeled with pictures and text, like “Shirts,” and “Shorts,” in the hopes that it would help him to independently get his clothes on and off. He had a bookshelf to the left of his bed, and it had some child books, memories, pictures, and a piggy bank. I got my mom, and asked her if she could talk with me in my room. She came over and sat on my bed. I then started softly crying, telling her what I’d been thinking about. I asked how God could be so cruel, and why he wouldn’t help my