Example of Narrative

Mashed Potato Pizza

     My grandpa always tells me that people who laugh at their own mistakes will get everyone else to laugh along with them. Yesterday, I learned that he is right.

     “ Stay in line,” Mrs. Martin said. I knew right away that my friend Naomi wouldn’t be able to cut. I looked at Naomi and frowned. Soon, the line began to move faster, and I followed along hoping that there would still be pizza.

     When I reached the counter, I looked at the choices. I could only see chicken and mashed potatoes,  macaroni and cheese, and fish. I could hear the rumbling of my very disappointed stomach.

     Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one piece of pepperoni pizza. I got so excited.

     “Pepperoni pizza,” I said politely. Mrs. Martin handed me the pizza. I took the paper plate so quickly that the pizza slid off the plate. I tried to save it, but the pizza landed in the pan of hot, buttery mashed potatoes.

     I could feel my face turning redder and redder. All I could hear was laughter from the kids in line.

     As I looked at the upside-down pizza, I heard Mrs. Martin’s voice. “Maria, would you like a side of mashed potatoes with your pizza?”

    I looked up and saw Naomi. She was laughing too. With a nervous smile, I said, “Of course.”

    Mrs. Martin smiled and scooped the mashed potato pizza on my plate. I looked around at my friends, and we all laughed again.

    I never really believed my grandpa until I saw my friends laughing with me. The laughing made me feel good instead of just clumsy.