Personal+narrative+22

The maraca You know how every school's classes have a play and how they go so well, because this one did not! My three striped wooden maraca sounded really good when I played it in our class show. Then smack unfortunately it went straight to the ground as a whack good thing it did not brake. Then I did what any person in there right mined would do,I piked it up. Then I ended up dropping the darn thing again but still with no crack. This was no surprise because the same thing happened at music a couple days ago, miss Cleveland had called up the maracas players and as you expected I dropped mine. Now back to the regular story. Nut crackers, I thawed as Mr. Andrews picked it up. A couple days later ignoring every one bringing up my faulty holding it was a music day and we where looking at the recording of the class show. I automatically felt as if my entire life was depending on if they, as in the film company, cut it out. Waiting in that way you do when you know or think something bad is about to happen but it didn't! They really cut it out! All that worrying for nothing! “I saw that stuff.” said Alana, ”they left it in. You must have just missed it”. This doesn't feel so bad. What was I so worried about? Well better think on next year I know I will not volunteer for the maraca group maybe the line talking people. Yeah that would be essay.