"I swear, I don't need my tetnus shot! It's too painful!" I shouted at my mom.

"You still need you're shot. Do you want an infection!" she argued.

My arm had been bitten by Sugar the cat. The wound on my upper right arm was bloodied and swollen. I was cradling her when she lashed back and bit me. My mother is currently driving me to the nearest doctor to our home. She claims that if I do not vaccinate for this, I can sustain an infection that may even be fatal.

"Fine, now I believe you." I responded in a calm tone of voice.

I am starting to believe that vactionation for children is actually crutial to my health. I do not think I want an infection.

"Good, once you get you're vacination, nothing bad will ever happen again with those rusty nails you were playing with," she awnsered. "this will prevent other illnesses too, honey. It will stop the spread of some. We need to keep your health tip-top."

I stare in silence out the window, watching vibrant colored vehicles speed by.

"This will also stop chicken pox, whooping cough, and HPV."

"Mmh." I thought.

The pain I will endure will be worth it. The vacination can prevent me from being contagious towards my friends at school. My mom swings the door open to the office.

"Hello, my daughter was just bitten by the family kitten. Can she have a tetnus vacationation?"

"Yes, we will do this imediatly." the woman countered with centering a bucket of loliepops on the desk.

I ended the day the a smiley face bandage on my arm and an acute,keen pain. The lesson of my story is to always never take a chance for your health because it may be fatal.

Tip, top, tap. I began to type away an essay in a half hour explaining why I love to write and my passions. I began to enjoy to compose writing pieces in June of 2018. My teacher encouraged us to read, write, and improve our vocabulary. My English Language Arts teacher would tend to "push me out of my comfort zone for writing." I didn't have a passion for writing until this year when my English teacher taught us how to prperly write an narrorative story. My mind bursted with enthusasm and I can finally express who I was.

Tip, tap, top.

“Hello?” I asked “It’s me, Tarence.” I continued. “Remeber me from Central High Middle School?”

I thought I was spectating her and asking her questions.

I drifted in Sara’s high school extra curricular class to remind her that I need to ask her if she has affection for me. I passed away from the earth about two years ago. I can never forget the time when I was walking with Sara on her rofftop townhouse in Manhattan when we were in seventh grade. The aroma of fresh linen congested the air after a vast rainstorm passed over the area. That night I was lead into peer presure to commit to injecting drugs into me by Carter. We were resting on the ledge of the townhouse when I began to vilzualize vibrant colors swirl around me. My eyes crossed my nose and they began to swell. My stomach had a keen, acute pain in the left side.

“Are you okay?” Sara asked me with a peturbed tone in her voice.

Don’t make her get worried.

”Yup, I more than fine, I’m great!” I responded.

Crash! This fatefull night I toppled off the ledge and rose to my death in heaven. We were the closest friends. My last breathes were spent with the love of my life in our most memorable friend spot. Nothing can break our relationship, but I felt I had more feelings for Sara. Tip, top, tlop! I countinue to tap her shoulder. The pigmentation and detail begins to vanish.

Wait! Whats happening? I can’t see anything! It’s blank and black. I can’t even hear anything!

I attempt to shift my arms and legs around me. My face begins to endure tears dripping down my cheaks.

Now I can never ask her!

Zoop!

My late father who owns the grave neghboring me was in spirit next to me while I was nudging Sara.

“Well Why did you drag me back here? I was going to “man-up” and ask Sara if she has feelings for me” I informed him.

“I didn’t want to see you undergo pain and sadness for something that is garenteed. She loves you!” he advised me.