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Narrative Essay About My Guinea Pig

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Christmas break was finally over, so it was time to return to the stressful world known as school. I wanted to check on my guinea pig, Sparky, when I first woke up at six o’clock a.m. to see how he was doing. However, once I had lifted the small pink den that he slept under, I had discovered the ugly truth. The guinea pig that I had adopted from PetSmart nearly two weeks ago lay there unmoving, motionless. I had tried picking him up to put him in his small carrier, but he was very stiff and heavy, so I decided to leave him until my parents had found out. He’s really dead, isn’t he? I thought to myself. I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes, and my sight started becoming very blurry. I slowly walked downstairs to tell my mom, and I could tell that she was also sad about it. Though, it seemed as if both her and my dad had already thought something like this might happen, even if they didn’t say anything about it. “It’s not your fault,” my mom told me. “It’s the pet store’s. They didn’t tell us if he had any certain condition and they probably didn’t have him tested for any illnesses at all recently.”

Once I had finished getting ready for school and got on the bus, I started telling anyone that I knew well and felt comfortable talking to about the incident, though I feel like I should have asked them how their Christmas break went and talked about the fun things both of us did instead. No matter what I thought of, I could not force the

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