narrative waiting for grade 5
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•BIG SISTER•
“Hurry up you guys, you’ll be late for school!” called Mom.
We ran downstairs and ate our breakfast. I was eating my favorite
VERY sweet cereal, and Sara was having eggs. When I got up to
wash my bowl, mom said, “You know you need to be careful today
when you’re walking Sara to school. It’s your job to make sure she
gets there O.K.” Then she gave me a very serious look. I thought to
myself, I wonder why Mom is making such a big deal out of this? It’s
Sara’s first day of Kindergarten, but I can do it. I wish Mom wouldn’t
treat me like such a baby.
“Goodbye, Mom!” Sara yelled. She ran out the door, and I went
behind her.
“Be careful!” my mom yelled.
“I will!” I said back and I ran outside. Sara was skipping down
the front walkway to the sidewalk.
I grabbed Sara’s hand. “Are you excited for your first day of
school?” I asked, trying to sound like a grown-up. Sara smiled and
nodded her head yes. Meanwhile, my mom was staring at us from
the window. “When will she stop treating me like a little kid?” I
thought.
“I’ll show you the way,” I said. I felt proud to be the older sister.
We walked past beautiful gardens and big, leafy trees. Suddenly, I
heard a growl and saw a dog walking towards us. He was big and
fierce looking, with long sharp teeth. “GRRRR!!!” the dog growled. I
didn’t see its owner or anyone who could help us.
My hand became sweaty and Sara stopped walking. “I’m scared,
Julie,” she said. I didn’t want her to be scared. I wanted to seem
brave. “Everything will be okay,” I said. I was trying to make my
voice sound calm.
“GRRRR!!!” The dog stepped closer and we could see it was the
size of a small horse—with red eyes and sharp teeth.
“Be brave, be brave,” I thought to myself. I grabbed Sara’s hand
and shouted: “RUN!”
We took off down the sidewalk as fast as we could. I could hear
Sara breathing hard. I looked back, and I saw the dog coming behind
us.
“Come on,” I said. I wanted to make Sara go oven faster. I
thought, “Please let us make it. Please let us make it.” Then we
saw the bright red door of the school. Mrs. Crowley held it open
as we threw ourselves inside, then we bent over and tried get our
breathing back to normal.
“We made it!” I said to Sara, giving her a high-five.
Then I said, “Let’s not tell mom, about this, okay? I think we’ll
go to school a different way tomorrow.”