Personal Narrative: Juju's Life
“Hurry up and bring the drinks, Char!” JuJu shouts impatiently at me from across the room of strangers dancing wildly like fish on land. JuJu, my older sister, is 25-years-old and still throws these wacky crazed parties at our parent's house. She used to be the most kindhearted and trustworthy sister a girl could ever ask for. When I was seven, JuJu would give me piggyback rides around the house. The home echoed with our cheers and laughter. We did everything together--play barbies, watch tv, share food. Ever since the day our parents passed away, she completely shut me out of her life. JuJu started to go out to parties and end up stumbling through the front door drunk. She thought that it was better to throw parties with loads of alcohol
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“Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m going to school now.” I answered rolling my eyes as I tugged on my book bag.
“Sheesh, I was just asking. Have fun at school, Char.” JuJu sneered with sarcasm as she tapped her cigar on the side of her ashtray and proceeded to smoke again. She inhaled and puffed out a cloud of smoke into the air. I scrunch my nose from the smell of the burning stale cigar. Shaking my head, I walk down the concrete steps and head to school.
“Hey, Char!” Raina hollered and waved her arms up in the air. I shake my head while laughing at my nutty best friend of six years. Raina is a year older than me and is a sophomore at our high school. People mistook us as sisters because of our similar appearance; We both have brown teardrop-shaped eyes and long, wavy, black hair.
“Shut up, Raina! You’re embarrassing me!” I laughed as I punch her on the shoulder. I see people with annoyed looks on their face at the corner of my eyes, but eventually, they turned around and got back to their own business.
“How are you, C?” Raina wondered with excitement.
“Well, I’m still struggling with finding out what to say to JuJu.” I …show more content…
Moments later, I get a phone call from an unknown number. I slide the button to the right and accept the call.
“Hello, who is this?” I call out the unknown caller.
“Hello, Is this Char Jones?” A male voice asks.
“Yes, this is Charlese Jones,” I replied.
“I’m Doctor Kenneth. Your sister, JuJu, collapsed and is in the hospital right now.” Doctor Kenneth informed with a sad tone.
I froze at the words that came out of the doctor's mouth, “I’m on my way.” I answer quickly. I end the call and pick up my bag. I ask Raina’s mother if she could drive me to the hospital and Raina insisted that she came too. I explained to them what the Doctor told me.
“JuJu collapsed and is in the hospital.” I cried. I did not know what to think nor say. I was too afraid of losing my sister too.
We opened the door to the hospital and walked straight up to the lady behind the reception desk.
“My name is Charlese Jones and I’m looking for JuJu Jones? I am her sister.” I inform the lady.
“Room 204,” she announced, I thank her and head to room 204. As I opened the door to room 204, I see JuJu laying on the gurney. My heart breaks into many pieces like glass shattering when it hits the
“Nothing, don’t worry about it. I’m going to school now.” I answered rolling my eyes as I tugged on my book bag.
“Sheesh, I was just asking. Have fun at school, Char.” JuJu sneered with sarcasm as she tapped her cigar on the side of her ashtray and proceeded to smoke again. She inhaled and puffed out a cloud of smoke into the air. I scrunch my nose from the smell of the burning stale cigar. Shaking my head, I walk down the concrete steps and head to school.
“Hey, Char!” Raina hollered and waved her arms up in the air. I shake my head while laughing at my nutty best friend of six years. Raina is a year older than me and is a sophomore at our high school. People mistook us as sisters because of our similar appearance; We both have brown teardrop-shaped eyes and long, wavy, black hair.
“Shut up, Raina! You’re embarrassing me!” I laughed as I punch her on the shoulder. I see people with annoyed looks on their face at the corner of my eyes, but eventually, they turned around and got back to their own business.
“How are you, C?” Raina wondered with excitement.
“Well, I’m still struggling with finding out what to say to JuJu.” I …show more content…
Moments later, I get a phone call from an unknown number. I slide the button to the right and accept the call.
“Hello, who is this?” I call out the unknown caller.
“Hello, Is this Char Jones?” A male voice asks.
“Yes, this is Charlese Jones,” I replied.
“I’m Doctor Kenneth. Your sister, JuJu, collapsed and is in the hospital right now.” Doctor Kenneth informed with a sad tone.
I froze at the words that came out of the doctor's mouth, “I’m on my way.” I answer quickly. I end the call and pick up my bag. I ask Raina’s mother if she could drive me to the hospital and Raina insisted that she came too. I explained to them what the Doctor told me.
“JuJu collapsed and is in the hospital.” I cried. I did not know what to think nor say. I was too afraid of losing my sister too.
We opened the door to the hospital and walked straight up to the lady behind the reception desk.
“My name is Charlese Jones and I’m looking for JuJu Jones? I am her sister.” I inform the lady.
“Room 204,” she announced, I thank her and head to room 204. As I opened the door to room 204, I see JuJu laying on the gurney. My heart breaks into many pieces like glass shattering when it hits the