im a clumsy guy. im the type of person you see fall in the hallway at school or trip over air. im also losing everything i touch. you would be amazed at how fast i lose things. i should be a magician ! Hopefully you catch my drift. in addidition to losing everything and tripping over ladybugs, i also know how to break things. even indestructable things can be destroyed while in the hands of me. this leads me to the topic of this narrative which is, broken hearts. 

A song writer says " when a heart breaks, no it dont break even ". I never understood this until i lost a my blanky. my clumsyness made me fall for her. when we broke up i lost everything. And her heart as well as mine shattered into a million peices. do you see what i did there ? if not, it will come to you. but anyways, i spent all of my childhood with blanky. it always smelled like love, hearts, happiness, and joy. it smelled so beautiful, at times my mom would have to remind me to wash it. remember i was a child then so i knew no better. now, i know you think i was that kid who need there blanky 24/7. well, you are more wrong than all my answers on homework. i only needed my blanky when it was time for bed. i absolutely could not sleep at all without that blanket. it made me dream sweetly. it made me want to sleep. it made my sleeping nights more peaceful than a moonlight walk with that one true love. my mom always said " sooner or later you will

forget about that crap ". my reply every time was " never will i ever let go to my blanket ". my brother called me lame and my friends probably would have laugh considering the fact that i was 12. okay, so you get how important this thing was to me. so i never thought about losing it. i never wanted to but all of that changed the day my heart shattered. this was doomsday for me. and reasons why i regret having a twin brother to this day

so one day my brother and i got into a huge arguement. this was not surprising because we fought alot. i was always put down by my brother. i still am to this day. so one day he called me stupid. my reply was simple. i said loudly " shut up ". " make me " he said. well technically he gave me permission to make him shut up. am i right or am i right ? im super right. so i did what any other sibiling would have done in this sitiuation. " MOM NATE IS BEING MEAN TO ME ! " I shouted and guess who got into trouble that day. so in retalliation, he turned to detroy the one thing that i loved and needed to survive, Mr. Blanky. my mom was about to go to donate a couple of boxes to goodwill and my brother suddenly volenteered to go to goodwill with her right after he was punished and while i was not paying attention, took my blanket out of my room and snuck it into one of the boxes. that night i couldnt sleep ! i cried. and i was furious ! i was angry. i was a mess.

i was even more jacked up than Macbeths brain in act 2 of shakesphere's play. i was lifeless. my heart was broken. no ! my heart was shattered. 

how was this matter resolved ? oh thats easy ! the next day i got a new blanket. i instantly fell in love with that. my brother got punished serverely which was being pushed off a cliff. im only kidding, he got his cell phone taken away for a couple of weeks. that phone was his love just like my old blanket was mine. so life was pretty sweet. and im sure who ever has my old blanket loves it more than romeo loves juliet and i loved my new blanket more than bella loves edward. why did i inform you on this story ? honestly, my english teacher told me to write an essay on a lost of freedom i had and that blancket made me feel free. therefor i most deffinately lost some freedom in that situation. and my heart has some scars but is still to this day staying together with my blancket. im sure im not the onlyone who was attached to there blanky.