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Personal Narrative: Wax Sticks At A Sleepover

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You would think it is a good idea to have glow sticks at a sleepover. Something glittery was here. We kept on dancing our hearts out. Read to find out more. See ya there. My B-day was AMAZING! Me, Emilee, Cecilia, Maria, and Rhea went to the play room and turned on just dance 3. We all took turns dancing with each other. IT WAS SO FUN!!! We started to get board, so my mom opened boxes of glitter sand. Me and the girls went to the dining table and made cool patterns with the sand. It looked so cool! We added glitter and that made them look so much better. When I was done i shook mine up and it looked like a masterpiece to me. Then my mom said it was time for bed. We all had glow sticks and went to bed. We could not sleep, we were to

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