Teacher: Use a fidget you do to help you get personality and emotion into your main character
Me: You don't want me do do this.
Teacher: Just try
Narrative Essay: Alexa is probably gossiping about me right now. Spreading things that are not true and false. I thought. The thought brought shivers up to my spine. As an instinct I tried to shove my left hand into my sleeve this was made harder considering I was wearing short sleeves. Frustrated and stressed I walked over to my back pack and pulled out my cardigan that has dozens of ribbons tightly sewn onto it. As soon as I put on the cardigan I felt a strong sense of strength and hope. I shoved my hand into my pocket. I found my cats-eye marbles. I liked to pretend that the marbles had a real gemstone in it and I could take the magic out of it and do things like create illusions, fly, and see the future.