Bad Choices-Narrative Essay - final

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Bad Choices Bad Choices Rhonda Riley University Of Phoenix Communication 105 Brian Hoeft 1
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Bad Choices Bad Choices As I looked out of the small window in this cold, dank, 5x3 prison cell. The thought that continues to enter my mind is; what happened to me? Where did I go wrong? I can’t do this time. I look at my bed and think to myself; just rip that pillowcase into strips, make a rope and end it all; but something inside me won’t let me do it. I’ve made bad choices in my life, but this one takes the cake. I grew up with what some people would call the American Dream. My mother is a housewife and typical soccer mom. She takes good care of the family, when I was younger she used to bake cookies for our Girl-Scout meetings; she even hand-made our Halloween costumes. My dad is a defense attorney; he works at a prestige law firm in Beverly Hills. Although he works very long hours, he’s always made sure to spend quality time with us. Every year our family would enjoy a two-week vacation on a different exotic beach making those years the best in my life. Life with my family was great! My parents always taught me that the choices you make are the difference in success and failure, that’s why, I chose to maintain an “A” average in school; I even graduated from high school with honors. In less than twenty-four hours, my life changed from picture perfect, to a chaotic mess. It was the beginning of summer, I was very excited because I had just graduated from high school and received an acceptance letter from an Ivy League school. The weather was perfect, not too warm, but very sunny. I decided to celebrate my good news by going to the mall with my best friend Kayla. For hours, we walked around the mall going in and out of stores, trying on several outfits, I finally settled on a red & white plaid Hugo Boss skirt with a matching vest, all I needed to complete my ensemble was a bomb 2
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Bad Choices pair of shoes. Kayla turned to me and said “Deena, I’m starving, let’s grab something to eat real quick at the food court,” I agreed, when I turned around to head in the direction of the eateries, I bumped smack dab into the chest of the cutest guy I had ever laid eyes on. He was about 6-ft tall, his cologne smelled great and he had a dazzling set of light brown eyes. I thought to myself; this guy is fine! “Excuse you,” I yelled. “Why don’t you watch where you’re walking”? He just smiled, revealing a beautiful smile and the deepest set of dimples that I’ve ever seen, then he said; “sorry pretty lady, as beautiful as
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This note was uploaded on 07/05/2011 for the course HUM105 105 taught by Professor Smith during the Spring '08 term at University of Phoenix.

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