Narrative Essay #1

Sensory + Figurative Language

Directions: Write a 450-650 word story about a favorite memory. In doing so, you
should aim to use as much sensory detail as possible in order to “show” the story rather
than “tell”

For help with including figurative language, reference this list.

Narrative Essay #1
Memories:
-watermelon eat off
Details:
Editing
Market basket
Names
Drawings
Grabbing the table from the garage
Setting up in the backyard
Using the music we liked at the time in the video
Dont let out the cats
Mr. f came out
Afterwards planned for fourth of july

The Night It All Started

It all started at the last pasta party of my Sophomore basketball season. After a laid-back

practice to get ready for our biggest game of the year, the biggest game of the senior's lives, we

drove ourselves to a place we knew would calm our nerves and more importantly, stomachs. We

went to Flatbread Pizza Company. After we arrived through the glistening rain, we waited for the

hostess to call us over. While we waited for what felt like all the earth’s existence, we took

memorable pictures. That night, some of the best photos that were taken were the ones that

people would kill someone if they ever showed to another human being. When the hostess finally

called for us, we all jumped into excitement as if our numbers had been called and won us the
lottery. Ordering enough food to feed an army, it was humorous the amount of pizza that could

be eaten. A forgetful voice suggested, “A pizza-eating contest would take care of this.” That faint

but defining comment, comparable to a single screw in an engine, initiated the most memorable

part of the night. What was at first a meaningless joke, soon turned into a reality.

My friend and I, the most competitive and more importantly hungriest of the group, soon

after agreed to what seemed like a dream. Little did we know, it was the stairway to hell. We

agreed each of us had to consume an entire pizza of our choosing. We both decided on the

ever-decadent Chicken Bacon Ranch. I swear when the pizzas hit the table, it was like smelling

homemade cookies for the first time again. Dollops of juicy chicken breast, drizzled with

buttermilk ranch, and topped with crispy bacon, made me think: where’s everyone else's?

Chicken Bacon Ranch, she was bigger than I remembered, but I did not let that affect my

mentality. As a peer shouted go I began shoveling pizza into my mouth at the same rate a stray

dog would seeing food for the first time in weeks. The crispy crust made tiny cuts in my mouth,

but it was the type of pain that hurt so good since all I could focus on was the taste. My

ambitious pace of consumption was shaped by my uncontrollable craze for the pizza. So many

flavors, salty and sweet, I thought I could never get enough. I was so wrong. After each slice, I

slowed more and more. My infatuation with the pie grew distant, as well as my appetite. The

only part of me that kept me eating, was that I refused to lose the contest. Each bite, every

nibble, piled up in my stomach and what later on felt like up to my throat. My friend, who I

genuinely have no possible idea how defeated me in the event of the night. I felt so embarrassed

of my boasting, that I thought of any excuse possible for my defeat. “I already ate,” I said “I

didn’t like the flavor”. What was I thinking? No one would ever believe the golden pie– Chicken
Bacon Ranch– wouldn’t satisfy my taste buds. No one would listen to my sneaky sly comment of

lacking hunger.

After being shamed like a dog who ate homework, I rebutted: “Let’s have another

contest.” Everyone laughed at what I said, thinking it was another lighthearted comment. But no,

no way, I could not be more serious. Soon after who used to be my friend but now my most

worthy opponent realized the directness of my message, she accepted. That night, the tradition of

food-eating contests became a favorite activity for all my competitive friends and me. After all,

we finalized that those who have the biggest mouth should be able to back it, with the biggest

stomach.