Malorie-Personal Narrative

“Morgan’s birthday is only a week away, though Tessa,” argued Malorie. “I know but I don’t want to get in trouble,” I responded. Earlier that day me and my cousin Malorie were messing around. We always had fun and made the most of the time we had to play. Malorie and I were both seven years old. Malorie and I are both daring, but I was always thinking about what our parents will do if we do something. Malorie most of the time talks me into it and we get in trouble like when we rollerbladed around the huge neighborhood when her parents weren’t home or the time we rode down the stairs in a box and fell into a wall that now has a hole as big as a desk in it. Sometimes I talked her out of doing things like watching extremely scary movies till midnight or opening the window and going on the roof when her parents were not home. Sometimes we both thought of it and got in trouble like playing wall ball in the house and breaking something or jumping on the trampoline when it is raining so badly outside that the road is flooding.

We always teamed up to give the best presents ever in the whole world. We were saying our ideas and we couldn’t think of the best gift.
“She likes cherries we can paint her some,” I explained.
“yeah or we could draw them all over her wall like a huge and beautiful mural,” Malorie said.
¨No the marker wouldn’t come off though,” I exclaimed.
“We can use makeup , it comes off right,” Malorie inquired.
“No,” I