Personal+Narrative+6

The sweet smell of money  By Jacquelyn Emery

 I get my light blue bike out of the truck that was parked on a little street because the street that I was going to for western welcome week was closed for the parade .So me and my mom are riding our bikes down.But I crush my toe with my bikes dirty front tire!I dont even notice my runned-over toe and the pain because I am going to one of the most fun celebrations in Littleton,Colorado.It is a celebration called western welcome week.It is on a ordinary street with some stores. For western welcome week there are booths and store where you can buy food and lots of cool toys.I have not gone for five years. We both start looking around smelling pizza from this fancy pizza place that my mom and dad went for their anniversary, fresh kettle corn being made at one of the booths, hearing kid whining to there parents to buy them stuff, then their parents saying yes. I also see tons of kids walking with there parents but only a few teenagers and grandparents .But tons of money being spent on toys and food that nobody should be buying. Then we see the booth that I will be working at today.I imagine myself going to the ipod store and finding a blue ipod touch with built in speakers and a camera! But that is just a crazy daydream. Then my mom drops me off. I start to look around and wonder what I am supposed to do. Am I supposed to just sit here? Then the lady who was running the booth comes over to me and says. “For your job ask people if they would like to try some lotion.” I ask so many people if they would like to try some lotion my mouth gets dry. Finally I ask if I have anything else to do. I get so much happier cause I got to hand out cards.The fun thing about handing out cards is that people have to take them cause I shove it into there stomach. Then I hear the parade. I take a seat right up front and I see tons of floats and horses. But it starts to get so boring because it is just people on cars that have decorations on them. So I decided to walk into the booth. But then I smell something terrible. I turn around and I see. . . a big huge pile of horse poop.I run into the booth holding my nose. After the parade was over I go hand out cards and lotion for a little while. But I start to wonder wonder what the other booths are like. So I decided to go over to the lady and ask but she says “You should wait until my daughter gets here. It is not safe with nobody going with you.” I wait and wait and wait for about thirty minutes. Finally her daughter gets here and we go around getting so much toys and food. But I only spent one buck. Then she drops me off at the booth and goes to one of the shops.

Then she comes back with a pink box in her hand. She opens it up and... it is five sprinkle coated pink cupcakes! She says “Would you like one.”. I say yes and started eating the cupcakes and it was delicious. The sprinkles melted in my mouth as I bit into it. It was like a it was a cupcake made with cotton candy.Then the lady comes to me her face looking angry.

But she only came over here to tell me that my mom was here. Then she handed me a card and a heavy bag then said “Dont open thi/s until you get home.”

I look at her with a strange glance but get my bike and start riding to the truck with my mom. I have that strange weird face all the way I went home.

Right when I walk into the door I start running upstairs. My mom says “Where are you going.” I just say bussiness and go to my bedroom but I think my mom thought that I was about to go to the bathroom. I open the envelope and out drops forty dollars! Then I decide to open the bag, with a grin on my face and I see a small little pink purse and tons of candy. I got what I wanted that day.And that night I had a nice dream with the sweet smell of money.