Personal Narrative

The sound of the laughter coming from the person beside me and the other people in the room.This is what I hear when I think family,this is what I hear when I think friends.What do you think?Keep reading and I’ll tell you more .
Jordan had her birthday party at her huge house with not just me but five other girls our age . For dinner we had BBQed hot dogs and potato chips although I think there was more ear splitting screaming , loud voices , and giggling then there was actually eating going on at that table. Then we had sweet vanilla ice cream with any toppings that we wanted , like warm chocolate fudge , real oreos , and M&M’s . But after that we all got our own adorable little pumpkins to paint , I painted mine with purple paint that smelled

Then at about 12:30 or so the walls were lined with presents and believe it or not they all had my name on them and were mostly wrapped in pink and purple . There was so many people there like my mom , dad , grandma , grandpa’s , uncle’s ,aunt’s , and even cousins the place was totally crowded and really loud especially with everybody laughing and talking . For lunch my dad made some BBQed chicken legs and OMG they were amazing but not just amazing but very very very messy . Then we , I mean I open my presents and as the wrapping paper slid off of my fingers and every single box that I open I could feel that there was a ginormous pile of clothing and outfits gathering beside me . I even got this cute little pair of sparkly purple sandle's , and this really weird glittery thing . Latter in the evening before everyone went home my mom pulled out a cake that smelled fresh and looked delicious . The cake was a chocolate and vanilla swirl cake just like we always had to have because of my picky grandparents along with the chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream . My mom put the candles on my cake and lit them then while everybody sang me happy birthday I studied the plastic blue and green picture of scooby doo , when the song was over I blew out the candles . Mom cut me a slice of the cake and got me a scoop of ice cream . As I sat their eating my cake and ice cream watching everyone slowly slip out that door I began to realize that not just my party but my birthday party was over