Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Pet Shop

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ELMAAN AZAM 11-OB
“How much is this one for?”, I asked the owner of the vet shop.
“Fifty bucks”, he replied.
I was looking for a puppy, the one which Sarah had. A fluffy white one. The way how she trained her puppy and kept her for four years in a very lovely manner, encouraged me to buy one too. I looked for a puppy in almost every local pet shop but they were all so expensive. I only had thirty-five dollars and fifty cent in my pockets.
Every now and then we used to go to the park to hang out with each other but Sarah always took her puppy with her. Sarah is my best friend since prep, we have always been together like we always used to participate or take part in sports and in academic competitions. Her puppy has been with her since grade
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Whenever we walk to the park Cookie is just walking with no trouble but this time she was trying to escape the leash and run away. She was not feeling comfortable when going to the park so Sarah held her tight. She got very worried due to Cookie’s strange act. This time there was no child sitting on the swing like every day. We tied Cookie’s leash around a bench and raced each other to the swing. As we were on the swing, we did not notice Cookie until we heard two different dogs barking at each other. One big wild dog was ready to hunt Cookie. We ran to save Cookie but it was too late. The wild dog grabbed Cookie from the head and twisted it. He dug his paws into Cookie’s stomach. Sarah was standing there hopelessly but I ran towards the wild dog and kicked it, so it ran…show more content…
She had made that ‘B’ as the summary of her overall grades. For which all the other subjects were associated with ‘A’s and ‘A*’s. It was quite surprising for an academically poor student for which a ‘C’ or a ‘D’ was sufficient enough for making me pass. Her diligence was unmatchable but knew I had to make her realize that there are great heartbreaks in life and one should always cope with them, instead of arguing like a self-proclaimed failure “This is life, some things aren’t meant to be”, I acknowledge Maryem. “Always look at thing positively”, I shoved the piece of paper in my back
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