My Unluckiest Memory Narrative

My eightieth birthday, a remarkable day for me, March 28, 2082. I woke up this morning with incredibly restless fingers and they drove me to where I am now. My brain, to celebrate this accomplishment helped me remember the days that felt like yesterday and the one I’d like to tell you about was no exception. The first time I felt real fright, and that will help me understand all the others that were yet to come.

Listening at the beginning of class, that cloudy afternoon in Mr. Simpson’s class, I remember the moment Mr. Arbabi stormed into the class, my body froze, a sense of guilt stormed my nerves. Time stopped, but only for a second. He looked at me, my soul wanted to run and leave my body. His mouth opened staring into my pupils, “YOU COME WITH ME YOUNG MAN!” I didn’t hesitate and like a soldier I marched to the door, everyone 's’ eyes were on me. In the hallway I tried talking but nothing came out, a second later I tried again and said “can I explain?” The man immediately told me I didn’t have the right to talk and there a bit of fright went away and rage entered my body.

Arriving at the office Arbabi sat me down alone in the front desk and told me that he would be right back he was going to go for some other students, and so there I sat alone with nothing but my mind to imagine the worst case scenario. I knew I was

Mr. Arbabi took the phone and half of the story was cut. I don’t remember much of the phone call probably because my brain doesn 't like to keep a moment where I was scared to breath but I remember then he handed the phone to me. My mom was calm beyond being compared she understood the situation and knew I had made a mistake. She didn’t even ground me and when I got home she hugged me and told me it was okay, a difficult moment for me helped me discover that my mom is always there to support me and nothing else, and that I will always have there to support