Personal Narrative

“Never put your key to happiness in someone else's pocket.”~Anonymous. It was the Fourth of July, and my parents were planning a small party with our next-door neighbors. By this time I was in third grade and very close to a friend my age that lived next door. He had a little brother, who I thought was pretty intimidating for his age, considering he never obeyed or listened to anyone, and made up his own rules, like a visualante. On the other hand I had two sisters. The older one, Ronnie, I thought she was brilliant and knew everything good in the world. She even made up the saying, “I don’t need twenty-twenty vision to see the good in everyone.” And, then there was my irresistibly cute, little sister, Natalie. She was only a year younger than
Natalie recognized the same excitement she must have felt when my sister and I were swinging her around because, she jumped right in and grabbed my friend’s brother’s feet. My friend then grabbed his brother’s arms and let go of his chest to start swinging him with Natalie. Ronnie was in the background looking at something and I was sitting on a couch enjoying seeing my sister so happy. But, that happiness didn’t stay long because when Ronnie worriedly
Ronnie turned to look, too, and the both of them had a very shocked expression on their faces. His brother was lying on the floor whimpering softly. My friend ran upstairs to tell his parents, and mine. Everyone came back down stairs and nothing happened calmly at all. Turns, out my thought-to-be friend had framed my little sister. I was shocked to the point where I was speechless. I felt my throat tighten and my mouth drop in disgust, while my friend’s dad screamed unstoppable into my little sister’s helpless face, my mind raced and raced with recent memories and devastating thoughts about what just happened right in front of my eyes. My friend’s dad wasn’t going to stop, at least I thought this was never going to end, but thankfully it did suddenly when my mom, almost to the point of tears from rage just about yelled, “Relax, let’s hear what happened from one of the girls.” After Ronnie stated with a steady