Narrative Essay : )

Assalamualaikum , so this post is about narrative essay . This is a sample that I wrote for my teacher (homework) , dlm bnyk2 essay , narrative la paling sng ye , sbb ikot imagination korang la , bole jd cerite happy , sedeh , cinte or anything la . My point is essay ni kalo kowg buat dngn heart and soul mmg bole touch examiner's feelings taw , that way , markah akn dpt bnyk , pastikan language btol. Okay happy reading y'olls



Write a story that begins with : “I am not really their child. I am adopted...”


                 I am not really their child. I am adopted by the Downtons couple. I am very grateful to have them even though they are not my biological parents. Before   I was adopted by the Downtons , my foster parents were the Devills , Bryan Devill and Cruela Devill. My life was like hell when I stayed with them. Every night was like staying in the prison . I rather die than being their slave all day and night.

                    I did not know who were my parents. I did not even know if they are still alive or are they dead. The question always lingers in my mind at the moment I wake up and take a deep breath. When I first came here , I was cold and clear until I let the spectrum in and many colours got mix into me. Mother Mumbla  took me in to her foster home. The home was very cozy and spacious but my room was very small. I shared the room with four other boys. We were always eating together , bathing together and doing everything together. We were like two peas in a pod. No matter how strong the wave hit us , we still got each others back.

                    One night , when we were having supper , a gigantic boy came to me and asked me for my supper. I was reluctant to give him my supper because everyone got their supper including the big guy. He pushed me and grabbed me. He wanted to clobber me but I took a slice of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. My friends  backed me up and we faced him with all of our guts. When my eyes were just about to shut , Timmy , the fat kid came to me and threatened me. I was so scared. Just when he was about to punch me , Mother Mumbla came to check us. Timmy was caught red-handed. He had to face the music that Mother had set up for him.        
                 
                       The next day , a couple came to the home to adopt a child. I was very enthusiastic because I was hoping to be adopted. My friends were also hoping to get adopted too. The couple seemed to be friendly because they were smiling to everyone. They dressed politely and talked gently to every children in the home. The man , Bryan Devill , took a glance at me. When I saw him in the eyes , I could see absolute darkness. He approached me and said “Hello there lad”. I kept quiet because I was very scared . My body was frozen. Bryan grabbed me by the hand and took me to Mother Mumbla. He said he wanted to make me his adopted child. Cruela Devill , the lady was so glad that I became their adopted child.


                       The moment I stepped into their house , I felt the chill to my spine . The scent of cruelty was dancing in my nose. It was very weird. The house was located outside the city. It was surrounded by trees and there were no houses around that place. It was a ghost town. Only me , Bryan and Cruela were in the area. That evening , we had dinner together at the dining room. Bryan and Cruela ate chicken with mashed potatoes at the side while I was given a plate of green peas and a glass of water. Dinner sucked. My appetite ran away with my feeling to get a bath.

                         When the lights shutted , I laid on the bed. The mattress was as hard as stone. The blanket that was given was torn and unable to keep me warm. I was shivering. The night was accompanied by the tears of the sky. Thunder and lightning clapped and screamed , making me even scarier. I missed everything that was in the foster home. I missed Mother Buscula who always gave us delicious savoury. I missed my four roommates and peeing on the bed when I forgot to pee before I slept. I guesses the Devills were not the nice persons that I thought. I swallowed the wrong pill.

                        Despair hit me like a train on a track. I just can sit still and there was no turning back. There was no place to hide. The dog days were over. The glass looked dim and dusty. Everyday was the same , Cruela always ordered me to wash the clothes , dry the laundry, mop the floor , brush the windows and clean up the toilet bowl. It was sick and disgusting. Bryan treated like a labour worker. He always forced me to chop the woods , mow the lawn , trim the trees and clean up the drains. I did not mind at first but after a few weeks , I was getting exhausted. Bryan and Cruela just asked me to do the work while they sat and relaxed on the sofa.

                       I had to swallow everything. It was like being on a battle field. If I did not do as they asked , Bryan would take anything that he could get his hands on and fling it at me. Bruises and scratches hugged my body. One horrible evening , Cruela was frowning. I knew something was wrong. My heart was beating faster and faster.”Why is the floor dusty ?” asked Cruela sternly. I looked downn and made a frown. Cruela took a piece of chicken and threw it at me.She was like a mad woman , driving me crazy. Bryan got up and beat me till he felt satisfy.

                       I went into my room. Starving and feeling pain all over my body , I cried and prayed so that I can escape from the horrendous torture that was given by them. That was it. It was the last straw. I could not take it anymore. I decided to run away from them. Run away from all the despair and hopeless situation. I packed all of my things and broke the window. Hopefully , the Devill did not hear anything. I jumped out of the window and ran away from that horrible place. I did not know where to go. I ran as fast as I could , bare foot. I ignore all the pain that my feet felt. After a few hours of running and feeling pain , I passed out in front of a huge bungalow. When I opened my eyes , I felt a warm sensation and I saw a lady sat next to me. She said “Are you okay my dear ? “ That was the sound of a caring and sincere mother as if she was asking her own child. All I can do was smile broadly.

                        Alexander Downton and Angel Downtown were the names of the couple who took me in to become their adopted child. The days of the rising sun was back. They treated me very politely. Their decent presence made me felt like I was treated by my real parents. If life was a bed of rose , I had successfully climbed up from struggling in the thorns of the rose. Now , I am dancing gracefully on the petals of roses and sniffing the sweet scent of roses. I guess this is what people call “ a blessing in disguise”. Everything that had happened to me signified the meaning of life. The glass looked shiny and new again.