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Vignette: A Fictional Narrative Essay

1348 words - 6 pages

Vignette # 4
I was wrapped in my blanket like a Butterfly in its cocoon. As soon as I began to have conscious thought of my crush, dancing, and my dreams turning into a reality my eyes opened as if I was facing Bruce Lee himself. Then I jumped out of my bed if I was running with gazelles in sub Saharan Africa. I smoothly landed into a crouched position on the ground I got straight into my dance battle stance with a stare determined like Eminem. I knew today would be a good day with the sun shining on me through my white curtains. As I noticed the dust from my desk float in front of me I copied its abrupt and jerky movements into the bathroom. I walked on my bathroom carpet like Tupac in a music video and fixing myself to look fresher than some new vans. My sister being her usual caveat smashed on the door shouting at me for taking a while.She is older than the hills. Rushing out and karate jump kick through my door wearing my towel I looked to the clock. “7:30” I said with a Arcane voice and took my plain white t shirt, fake faded lacoste jacket, and some khaki jeans. I looked in the mirror real quick licked my lips, made a quick rap, and did a quick bboy set. I began walking to school. I was hungry that time, I can eat a horse.
Waiting for the walk sign to turn I notice the extra kiss with couples in front of the auditorium. I walked pass the auditorium with the extra hop knowing it will be a special day. Noticing in the corner of my eye I can see the couples kissing, matching, and people exchanging roses. My eyes then viewed the spot of my home in school. All my friends I could see it was livelier today and I sonic the hedgehog walked to the spot. I dropped my algebra 2 books and my bag like anvils. Everyone cheered, shouting my name like the boxer Phillip I jumped in and danced expressed through my swift kicks, my shoes leaving marks on the used cardboard, and ending dramatically on beat. As soon I got up I swung myself a little bit from my momentum of dancing. I asked Michael with robot arms “So you get something for your girlfriend dude?”He happily replies with joy in his voice” Yeah man!”. The bell rings interrupting our conversation of what is to come for us and other people’s love affairs.
I picked up my bag with reluctance and shuffled to Jarvee. He then followed dancing with robotic movements. We began to walk up the stairs slow because I told him I didn’t want to be early. I began to think if I was early I could see my crush and maybe muster the courage to tell her. The thought of that lit up my heart and the bboy in me danced getting the crowd wild. Later, I sat in my desk thinking about dancing and bouncing my knee. When the teacher spoke with a monotonous tone my mind drifted into thoughts. I wondered what was the price of a rose and if she were to get any valentine roses from others. As the teacher called out names for attendance I slowly rolled...

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