Personal Narrative Essay

I wake up and walk downstairs where I grab a granola bar. I can hear the snores of my dad all the way across the Apartment, Probably hungover from his party last night with some of his friends. Sadly that’s the usual night for him, drinking with his friends, Not caring for me. I walk back to my room and put on one of my favorite outfits, a shirt that was colored like a perfectly ripe strawberry, with a pair of black sports shorts that had a red pattern on the side that looked like a wave from the Atlantic Ocean, one of my favorite spots to unwind, which was not to far from my apartment building and it soothed me down with the birds chirping and the waves crashing into the land. The apartment is old and run down, made in the 1950’s, but I am grateful that I at least have a home. I slip on my fresh kicks, which I just got from a friend for 200 bucks, all of my money that i’ve saved up the last three months.
I take pride in my shoe collection, it's the most valuable thing I own. I grab my backpack and go to the bus stop where my best friend and neighbor Jamal is waiting for me.” what’s goin on Jam” I say. We call him Jam cause off his love for music and his name. “Not much” he says, in a sorrowful voice. “What’s

I slowly and silently walk up the stairs thinking he may not have seen me but then a glass shattering hollar that must have been heard through the whole apartment building rang through my ears, “XAVIER!” Why was he mad at me, what did I do? He ran up the stairs chasing me like a cheetah hunts it’s prey. Finally stopping at my door, where he fell flat onto the floor, and started to cry like a baby without its