Whitt-Personal Narrative

It is raining. Again. I twirl my umbrella between my thumb and forefinger, watching as the black top creates a wave of shadows on the pavement. But I like it. The splatter of rain has stopped and started all afternoon, and people with frizzy hair and long coats have been the norm. The tall buildings that line the neighborhoods of the “Emerald City” loom above me, and I feel small. But not too small. “Kiersten!” someone shrieks, running up from behind. I let a smile escape my lips, though that isn’t hard to do. Whitt always says that a smile and a laugh are never far behind me, and in this case she’s right. She hurries up beside me, her brown hair bobbing up and down as she runs. Whitt’s definitely excited. “What? Tell me now!” I demand. …show more content…

That Lakeside. I squeeze my friend in a hug, a real hug of congratulations. I have no time to be jealous, and I don’t want to. Whitt deserves it, all of it, and I’m not ready to stand in her way. We walk side by side in the rain, our steps in sync and our voices chattering louder than the noises around us. She tells me all about her new school, the classes she can take as a senior, about how she only has to finish this year and she could finally do it. She could finally make a difference. When we reach my front door, Whitt pauses and glances her brown eyes at me. “Are you ok? You know...with all of this? I mean, I know we’ll still see each other and all. It will just be...different. You know we don’t do different well.” I let out a short laugh at her last comment and bite my lip. “We’re cool. Just don’t forget me, Whittley,” I tease. With a final goodbye, I take a deep breath and step into the door. I remember what Whitt said­ “We don’t do different well.” Nope. Change has always been hard for me, and I will be the first to admit it. “Kiers? You home?” My brother Nicholas slowly makes his way towards me. He is much taller than I am, and we look nothing alike. I hold his green­eyed gaze with my blue …show more content…

I shake my head as if I could shake off those memories, those memories that weren’t mine. Grabbing a sweatshirt, I flip off the light switch and snatch a piece of gum. It is universally known that pizza is comfort food, and I’m not about to miss out on comfort. Besides, Nick likes double cheese as much as I do. It is the makings of a perfect night. *** We don’t get home until late, but neither of us care. It may be April, but “school nights” aren’t really a thing with us. Stepping into the front door, both Nick and I are laughing at something funny he said earlier. His phone rings, and he glances at it. “Go get ready for bed,” Nick coaxes, “I’ll be there in a minute.” I march upstairs, curious. At seventeen, I am not one to be told what to do by my older brother, yet he seems to be anxious. Following Nick’s advice, I am ready for bed before he comes upstairs. “Everything ok?” I question. “You seem, I don’t know, umm­” “Inquisitive? No, that’s you,” Nicholas interrupts. “Worried maybe?” He smiles, and I return it with a grin of my own. “Totally. But not enough to prevent a movie?” “Umm, you go ahead.” He gives me a hug goodnight, turning to go. “Nick?” I ask, hoping for a response.