Personal Narrative Essay: The Journey To The Piano

Later that day around 1:00pm i went to the kitchen to get something to eat, My stomach was growling like a lion. Then i heard a knock on the door. I went to got see who is was, It was Jazz. She was wearing black jeans and a black shirt the usual thing she wears. I said “Hello” She said hi back. She sounded like she wanted to do something like she was lonely. She asked me “Do you want to come and hang out?” I said sure, When would you like to. She said now would be good. So we walked over to her house and she said are you hungry i said YES very. I thought in my head “I really want a piece of candy but mom would not let me” So Jazz opened the door to the food. And there it was a piece of candy, Jazz offered me a piece but i said no. But later that day i went back to my house and my mom said “Antonia let’s go to the reservoir” “Just me and you?” I said “yes” said my

I was amazed by what had saw. It was as bright as the reflection of the sun when it hits off the snow in the winter. And then she asked if i wanted to hear her play. I said “ Go ahead play” And she played, It sounded very good the way her fingers ran over the keys, It was not the piano playing, it was her. That could maybe have been the best i have ever heard her play. She was really good at playing the piano. Then she stopped playing. She went to go get a drink of water. Then i asked if she wanted to go to my house and she said yes so we both went. My mom was cooking something but i didn't know what it was. Mostly because i was standing across the room. So mom asked if Jazz wanted to eat and she says “yes” So my mom pulled out three plates one for the three of us. She gave us bacon and eggs. Jazz liked it. So then after that Jazz went back house all said “ Bye