Personal Narrative

Christian Davis

Sister Steadman

Writing 150

March 29, 2012

Extravamanganza

“Boom, Boom, Boom!”   

“I Got it Mom!” I exclaimed.  It could only be one thing.  I had been waiting for this moment for months.   I leaped to the navy blue oversized door, unlocked it, and swung it open.  

“Are you ready?” Greg exclaimed with excitement in his voice.

“Heck yes!” I yelled. “Let me grab my bags, I’ll be out in a moment.”  I could nearly feel it.  It was unbelievable.  It was impossible.  Yet, it was very real.   It was the one thing I had been longing for my entire life, and it was finally here: Freedom.  

“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” I screamed across the house as my voice echoed through the halls, “I love you guys, I’ll see you in just a few day.”  This was it.  It didn’t need to be said.  It was just implied.  It was a test.  I stuffed my dark grey oddly-shaped bags in the trunk of silver mini van parked diagonally across the tan cobblestone driveway.  It was a beautiful bright summer day.  There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.  It smelt fresh; it felt new.

“Am I the last stop?” I asked.

“Yes Sir,” Greg exclaimed, “Let’s hit the road!”  We just weren’t excited, we were more than ecstatic.  We had every detail last detailed planned to a tee, including the name.  We referred to it as Man-cation or Extrava-man-ganza.  All six of my very best friends were their.  It was our last hurrah before college split us up, so we were determined to have the time of our lives.  

Noticing that I hadn’t eaten all day, I screamed at Greg over noise of the music, “What’s for dinner?”  

Instantly everybody yelled, “Hula Burgers!”