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Personal Narrative: A Chocolate Chip Cookie

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A fiery mind and a pouting face always makes daddy stop yelling. He’s finally gone upstairs, so gathering all my energy, I sprint as fast as these pudgy legs allow while sweat oozes down my pores. I pounce up landing on my stomach; barely making it, my frazzled body flounder’s itself onto the counter. I then stand up, mission accomplished. Exhilarated, I unlock my prized possession and worship my oh so sweet victim: a chocolate chip cookie.

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