It was a cold winter night in December 2019 when I broke my window. It started when my brother wanted to leave the house, but my mom didn’t let him. He texted me.
“Hey, bro can I sneak out of your window, so I can hang out with some friends?”
I responded with, “Yeah, bro, just tell me what time you want to sneak out because I’m feeling a bit tired.” He responded instantly.
“Rn. I’ll be back in a bit; it won’t take long.”
I texted back and said, “Come back at 12, so I can sleep and you won’t get in trouble get caught.” He knocked on my door lightly and asked if he could come in, so I opened my door and let him in. We both start walking towards my door and I took off my window protector and opened my window. (My room was downstairs, and there was a ladder outside of my window and a gate on top of the ladder that he had to open.) He climbed down the ladder, opened the gate, and headed off with his friends who were outside of my house. He got in their car and disappeared in the cold winter night.
A few hours went by, and it was almost 12:00. I started texting him, asking when he would be back, because I was about to fall asleep. He took a bit to respond.
“I’ll be back in a few hours, bro.” I got mad because I told him to be back by 12:00.
“Alright.” I tried falling asleep, but I couldn’t. I was mad at him because we agreed on 12:00, and he texted me he would be back in a few hours. Later that night, still not asleep by 2:20, he texted me to see if I could open my window. I texted back “Kk.” I was mad and not in the mood to talk anyone, but I opened my window.
Then he says, coming up the ladder, “Thanks, bro, I owe you one.”
Just then, my mom came outside and asked both of us what we were trying to do.
“Nothing. I was just opening my window so he could get inside,” I said. She asked, “Why is your window opened in the middle of the night?” My brother wanted to hang out with some friends.” She asked my brother, why did you go with your friends when I told you you couldn’t?” They both started arguing outside of my window.
Then, my mom asked me “Why did you let him sneak out?
I told her, “He wanted to hang out with his friends. That’s all. I got no other answer why I let him sneak out.”
“Go upstairs and talk to me.” I told my brother to let me sleep and get out of my window.
I was trying to control my anger without sounding mad, so he did. He went back to his room, and I went upstairs to go talk to my mom. She yelled at me for letting him sneak out. At the time, I was thinking to myself, why am I getting in trouble and not him? I left so I wouldn’t have to argue with her.
I went back to my cold room, closing my window. I felt like punching something, so I looked at my body bag and started punching it, but it didn’t satisfy me. Then, I looked at my window and punched it. After I punched it, glass fell. I felt so much anger, and I wanted to keep punching more objects, but then I calmed myself down. I started bleeding quite a bit, but then I stopped it by wrapping my hand. My parents didn’t know until the day after I broke it, and they got me in trouble. I deserved to get in trouble. I wasn’t going to argue against them.
The lesson I learned was to control my anger before I do dumb stuff. Now, I do boxing on the weekends, so I can control my anger more. It really helps me. It pushes me to work harder, and I like the sport because it’s physical, and I don’t have to wear gear that slows me down like in some other sports. I like the adrenaline when I start fighting, or when I'm wrestling, too.
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
The process I went through to write about my paper was when I first started thinking about the times I go in trouble, so after I got a story I liked I wrote about it, I had to rewrite and fix my paper because there were a lot of mistakes and I didn’t use past tense meanings for some words but I fixed them and the paper took me the whole class hour to write so I had enough time to finish it.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
It was something that happened to me that I found out I like being physical, getting hurt and just seeing how much strength I have so it was something about me so I think that’s what it qualifies for it being a narrative, also the requirements for this genre were to write about something that happened to you and it could really be personal or just a regular boring story but it had to have conflict and I thought my story had the ups and downs so that’s why I wrote about it.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
I liked how after I broke my window, I learned how to control how I feel before letting it all out and breaking stuff, being physical and letting it out can help a lot and it helped me control how I feel so I think that’s the part I liked.