Breanna R.

October 10, 2010

English 9 - Period 2

Autobiographical Narrative

Final Draft

My Sister & The Pomegranate!

In 2006 I was about eleven, my little sister Gizelle was six. It was late in the afternoon and my Grandma's visitors were leaving, so my sister and I were in the room till they left.  We were living with my grandma at the time because my mom got locked up and was out tying to get in recovery. We were living with my grandma for a while and then she got sick so we left for a while and came back. We were then living with my Grandma. I  changed over the time my grandma was sick.

In the afternoon almost night. At my grandma's house in my room and the living room. Their was my little sister Gizelle,my Grandma,some visitors that were just leaving and I. My sister and I were waiting for my Grandma's visitors to leave.When all of a sudden my little sister was getting mad because they kept talking and did not want to leave. Then they finally I stopped talking and  my little sister thought they left but they did not. Instead they sat and talked some more. When I saw the look on my little sisters face when she saw that they decided to sit down and talk some more I started laughing.

When they decided to sit and talk some more. We were in my room at the door way. Gizelle's face was really funny when she saw that they were talking again I started busting out laughing. When Gizelle saw that I was laughing at her she got mad and jumped on me and kept trying to bite me while she was pulling my hair. I then got mad and grabbed her off of me and slammed her on the floor.She got mad,ran out the room and snitched in me.My Grandma's visitors were just leaving.

         Once Gizelle snitched on me, my Grandma's visitor's decided to leave because they  

 they thought we were busy all of a sudden.Gizelle was in the living room and I was in my room while she was snitching on me. When Gizelle came back from snitching on me I got mad and started to call her a "Snitch." I would keep on calling her a snitch while jumping on the bed and she would call me one right back. I would keep calling her it and would tell her that "I'm not the one who left the room to snitch." I was mad and teasing her at the same time. Then she left the room again, she went to go sneak back a pomegranate, so I sat down in on my bed and was day dreaming, but when she came back I looked up and she through a whole pomegranate at my eye. When I felt the pain, my eyes started tearing and it was puffing up. I then waited for the visitor's to leave and went to show my Grandma. When my Grandma saw it her eyes popped right open with surprise.Grandma's visitors were gone by the time I went out to show my Grandma my eye. Gizelle was crying in the room because she noticed after what she did.

          After they left, we sat in the living room and talked. So my Grandma, Gizelle and I did. My eye looked like it was bleeding with the pomegranate juice as it busted open when it hit my eye. My eye was getting really puffy,as time was passing. My Grandma made me wash my face and put ice on it and it wasn't getting any better. My Grandma sat down and got each one of our stories then made us apologize. The next morning I woke up and I had a black eye. After we apologized I felt weird and and started laughing because she threw a pomegranate at my eye and it ended up to be a black eye.

        Now a days, when I look back to that day i think and laugh. It's memorable because I wouldn't think any one especially my sister would throw a big whole fruit at someones eye. At first I was really mad,but afterward I was laughing. I realized It was not a big deal, I did not have to get so mad about it and that it was a funny experience to think about after.