Personal Narrative : My Sister, Kampbell

First, we were driving to St Louis. While we were driving there we played a lot of games and watched a lot of movies. We listened to quite a lot of music and played I spy often. The best part was when we were driving and we saw the tour bus for the Cardinals because they had just played a game in Pittsburgh the day before.

This summer, in the first week of August, we went to Brighton, Michigan. I along with my grandma Sharon, my same age uncles: Logan and Cole, and my brother Hayden were all going. At 10:30 AM we left, getting into her in her car piling our stuff in. This consisted for me of 3 books, a deck of cards, a stick of deodorant and a few changes of clothes. I finished the first book, Rangers Apprentice The Lost Stories, about three hours down the road and halfway through it we stopped at the Iowa I-80 truck stop, the world's largest truck stop, for lunch. After that I talked with Cole for another two hours. We stopped at a rest stop just out of Chicago and stretched out our legs. from there it was a straight run up into Michigan and from there into

It all started one early morning in June. I was awake and was so anxious I hadn’t slept all night. I was ready for my first out of country experience. I had my suitcases packed and in the truck before anyone else. Once everybody’s things were packed we all ate breakfast.

My sister is Kirstin. We argue sometimes, but she is the best sister you could ask for. She’s three years older than me. She’s the nicest sister you could ever ask for. Sometimes we argue, but we get over it pretty quickly. She got her license last year, and sometimes she takes me to the mall. She’s really smart, she’s good at piano, and she’s a great artist.

Lover of late night walks on the shore, spending quality time with people she cares most about, watching TV shows till Midnight

It all started 175 million years ago when Pangea started to break apart. Just kidding. My story starts on April 23, 1999. That Friday, in the early hours of the morning under a blanket of moonlight, I was born in some hospital room in New Jersey. One mucous-covered baby, whose parents described as being the physical embodiment of Yoda from Star Wars, screaming at the top of his lungs. Damn am I glad that I don’t remember the feeling after the doctor initially exposed me to the “cold” outside world. But there is also the story of my twin sister, who decided to wait another three hours before being born. She was a C-section. Some would say my mother was lucky to have us. I say she went through everything that day. A boy. A girl. Twins.

In 2002, my family’s world turned upside down. Moments after her first, my sister was Diagnosed with Spina Bifida. Carly’s presence in my life has opened my heart to a world of compassion, where I have been conditioned to approach every situation with patience and care. I am passionate about social justice and I firmly believe that this stems from my relationship with Carly.

My mother had won six baseball tickets to a game on the day August 10 2013. My mother wanted to go, but was preparing to start a new job that was a start to a new life for my mom and I. We got an idea that I should go with my cousin Desiree and her family instead of missing the game all together. When we called ,they were all ecstatic to go. The date was set the time was six to nine p.m it was perfect. This would be the last opportunity to hang out, summer break was ending.

It’s been a week and Charlie has been continuing to care and nurture her family in a way that she has never done before, but she’s concerned because it doesn’t seem as if there is any change her family is still unaware of her presence. Charlie doesn’t say anything because she figured that if she’s a little more patient then the change will soon come, when Charlie gets back from school she shuts herself out from her family in her room. Charlies face starts to get over heated and warm tears fall from her face and she starts balling tears as she’s crying the glow reappears and Charlie wipes away her tears. Why the tears asks Mary as Charlie tries to catch her breath she stutters that she has done everything that Mary has asked and after a week

Siblings can be cruel. They can get you in trouble, steal your things, yet you love them anyway. Have you ever wondered how much they could change you though? Growing up, I lived in Chicago with my older brother. I was the youngest in the family. I didn’t understand responsibility because I was used to everyone taking care of me. I never had to care for anything, and I had all the attention, as the younger child. I was spoiled, and my parents would side with me through everything. One day, my parents told me they were going to have a baby, and I felt as my world was falling apart. My entire family was extremely excited when they found out. I felt shocked when my parents told me they were having a baby.

I can’t believe that Aunt Lisa is dead, and it’s because of me. Lauren only wanted to take Matthew and I, and because poor Aunt Lisa loves us and got involved Lauren killed her. These past few days that I’ve spent with Aunt Lisa and Lauren, they have shown me nothing but love and hospitality. I looked up to them, I thought that they were the perfect example of how twins should be. In a way I was jealous of them, Matthew and I aren’t close, and when we do talk, all he does is either try to pick a fight or make fun of me. However despite, how many times I say I hate my brother, at the end of the day he is still my brother and I love him. I would never stoop as low as Lauren and kill him for my own benefit.

Having a relationship with a sister is something not everyone gets to experience. However, I am able to say I have that opportunity. My sister and I are significantly different in many ways. Especially when it comes to age; she is sixteen years older than me. When I was born I am sure it was a big change for her. When I was younger she lived at home while she was going to college. However, when she decided to go back to college to get her masters she moved away. I was only eight years old, so I was verily attached to her; therefore, this was a big change for me. Missing her was an understatement. After receiving her masters, she was accepted into Virginia Tech. She was going to achieve her dreams of becoming a veterinarian. As she was tremendously excited for this opportunity I, however, was not. For me that meant that she was going to be away even more, and I would see her even less. My parents were also on edge about this opportunity; because the shooting massacre had happened just a few short years before. Everyone 's stress levels rose. After much praying, we trusted she would be safe over the next four years.

I remember the summer my little sister, Alexis who was 16 at the time, came to visit me from South Carolina. I was working on Naval Air Station North Island at a placed called FRC Southwest at the time. The day after she arrived for her visit, she woke up at 5:00 a.m., groomed herself, ate a small breakfast and met me in my car at 6:15 a.m. to go to work with me. She did every day for the first two weeks of her two-month long visit with me. One day while we were in my office I asked her, “Wouldn’t you rather stay at home and sleep-in instead of waking up at 5 in the morning with me, just to go to my boring job?” She replied, “I rather be sitting here at your boring job with you than to be sitting at home alone bored in that too quiet house, where the only company I have is my thoughts. I don’t even have my cellphone to talk to anyone or to go on Facebook and Instagram right now because it’s broken, so I think I’ll pass on staying home by myself and being lonely.” I thought to myself how I would love to sit in a quiet house by myself for once just to relax and let the time pass and to have a moment of solitude.

We all got in the van and drove to a train station. We all got on it and got in the seats. I was really scared because I've never been on a train before. I didn't know if I was supposed to be scared or happy. I just sat in my seat and waited to move. My heart started beating really fast, and before I knew if we were already at our destination. That train was so fast you don't even notice you're moving. It took us like not even five minutes to get to the place we were going. The guys went to the Cubs baseball game, and the girls went to go get their nails done. We had the best time in Nashville, but soon it was time to head back to Iowa, Nashville was definitely a place I'd love to go

My sister Joni is only 20 months older than me. When we were younger we used to do everything together from sleepings, to playing, to going to friends, and fighting. We shared a room for a very long time, maybe for 11 years or longer. We loved each other and always wanted to be with each other and do everything together.