That Time When I Was Sick

I had to write a short autobiographical narrative for an English assignment this week. It was just the best assignment ever. I thought I would share it with ya'll. I know it is a very strange topic for an autobiographical, but it totally makes it interesting! 


That time when I was sick


It was a scorching hot day, not much was going on in the Maryland neighborhood. You could only hear the sound of my four other siblings roaming in and out of the house, playing and being loud as usual. It would have been a normal day, except I was still recovering from strep-throat. Of course mommy did not want her darling 6-year-old girl to go out after recovering from a night of fever and throwing up. I spent my day coloring and laying on the sofa. When night came, my fever had come back. Mommy made me take some more of that disgusting purple syrup that just made me gag. Then I went to bed, not happy I assure you! "Wake up, Carey." mom said "It is time to finish packing so we can get to the new house!" 
"Huh?" I said, all confused as I let out a little yawn. 
"You must have been sicker than I thought. It's a good thing your fever finally broke... We have to move to a new house because your dad's job moved, remember? We will arrive there sometime this afternoon. Your sister already packed most of your things for you." 
"Can I bring my dolly-doll?" I said, almost sad. 
"Of course you can. As a matter of fact, she is waiting in the car for you, along with her bottle." 
I was happy after that. I hurried up and got the last of my Barbies and dollies in the packing truck. Then we were on the road. We soon arrived at the new house. I did not know it at the time, but it was not a pretty house. It was a tiny grey house with orange trimming around the windows. Right next to us was this humongous factory-like building. As odd as that was, it was even odder that there was a small water fountain right in front of the strange factory-like building. Once we were inside, the unpacking process went very quickly. It seemed to me that most of our stuff must have fallen out of the car because we got done really fast. After we were done, mom and I went over to that strange factory-like building. When mom knocked on the door, some people that looked like Indians opened. They said "can I help you?" I was scared, so I hid behind my mom. She told them that we just moved in and we did not know the area very well. She asked if they knew where the local grocery store was. The Indian people talked amongst themselves and told us to come in while they wrote the directions down. I did not want to go in, but mom went in, so I followed. When we got inside, the Indians grabbed my mom and tied her up. They also grabbed me. They did not hurt me, but they took me back in another room where I watched what they were doing to my mom. I could feel the terror ripping right out of my stomach. The Indian people had my mom stuck in the middle of some sort of fire ring. They were laughing and singing. I did not understand what they were doing. I could not move. All I could do was stand there. An Indian came up behind me and started to carry me away. I tried to scream, but my mouth would not work. All of the sudden, I felt a jerk and woke up. I was back in my bed in that Maryland neighborhood. My mom was standing over top of me. She then gave me some more of that disgusting purple syrup that made me gag. Then I went back to sleep.