Bryanna Krieger Ms. Lehmann English 2-2A 4 October 2019 Milo It was a fun day.We just had gotten back from camping. I went and looked around for my dog because we didn’t take her camping with us. I looked in my room.All I heard was my family yelling out “Cupcake.” I walked around, trying to hold back tears and breath, trying to think positively. I walked through the garage door to see my niece and older sister, tears in their eyes. “Is she still missing?” I asked “Go to the living room,” my older sister said quietly. I can’t tell you how quick I ran back inside to the living room. I look around.Everyone had tears running down their face. I looked down to see my best friend on the ground, shaking and having a seizure. I felt my heartbreak into a million pieces. I started to cry. I then yelled at my dad “This is your fault! If you had brought her with us, she would have been fine!” If only I knew how that would affect him. Cupcake was also his best friend.Not only was I hurting, but so was he. I shouldnot have blamed him; it wasn’t his fault.We couldn’t have prevented something like that.The next morning, I checked up on Cupcake. She tried so hard to get up butfailed. She started to have another seizure. I didn’t want this. “She’s such a good dog.She doesn't deserve this,” I kept telling myself over and over.My little sister then came to where I was with her dog bell. “Is she doing better?” I looked at her with jealousy. Her dog was happy and runningaround. “Go away,” I said, trying to not to cry. “She was close with me, too,” she replied. “No, she wasn’t.You didn’t care about her until now.” A day passed.I was forced to go to school.On the bus, I prayed cupcake would be fine and running around. Little did I know what was going to happen later that day.People kept asking me how Cupcake was. I held back the tears that wanted to come out so badly. Right before cheer, I tried calling my mom or dad to get an update.No one answered. I tried to bepositive.My coach pulled me away from the girls. “Cupcake didn’t make it. I'm telling you this now because I don’t find you to find out from your sister when she gets here. “Please tell me you are joking,” I said. “I would not joke around about this,” she replied.She then pulled me in, hugging me. Tears ran down my checks. All I could think was, “My life is over. I can’t do this without my best friend.” After cheerleading, I went to my room, not talking to anyone.It hurt so much to even talk. After awhile, my dad called me upstairs. As I walked up those stairs, I rememberedCupcake running up them,and tears ran down my face. “She is actually gone.What am I going to do?”I was upstairs with my dad. He cried, “I’m sorry. I should of have taken with us.” I then realized my wordshad hurt my dad. “No, Dad, it's not. I shouldn’t have said that.” We hugged and cried. A couple months passed. It was Sunday night.My mom was decorating the house for Halloween, andall a sudden, my dad brought home a puppy. I named him Milo, and he looked just like Cupcake.Itkind of hurt, but now I hang out with Milo 24/7, and he is the cutest thing ever. Milo helped me learn that moving on is hard, but it is possible to do with friends and family. Reflection
Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. I had to brainstorm what I was going to write then we made a rough draft and then my teacher corrected my paper and I fixed the things she told me to fix for my final draft.
What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? There was show don't tell, Imagery, and Dialogue and I used all of those in my story.
What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? I personally think the dialog where I am blaming my dad for everything I really think it would give the reader lots of emotions.