My Favorite Mistake Narrative

“Just get out now.”

“No, please let me stay; I promise I won’t touch anything,” I whispered remorsefully.

As I was sitting in my sister’s room, her droaning on about homework I couldn’t care less about, I mindlessly flung the pencil from my hands. As I watched the pencil fly across the room, it clicked: the balloon was plastic, and I had just thrown a sharp object at it. It’s going to …. POP!

I saw her eyes widen, her scream filled the house. My sister’s intense anger stunned me as I watched the balloon swoop to the floor. As if time were frozen she glared, infuriated with me. At that moment I knew I was in trouble—big trouble.

I saw the devestation in her eyes. It hit me— the balloon meant a lot to her. Not only do I have to think about my feelings, but also my sister’s feelings. No matter if something means nothing at all to you it may mean the world to someone else.

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