Personal Narrative-Blood Brothers
“I put it back here. See?” I said, pulling out my creation from behind the box of “K’nex” parts. Reaching farther back, I grabbed another one and handed it to the boy next to me.
“Yes!” Russell exclaimed upon seeing his prized spaceship. He began attaching and removing K’nex pieces from his model. K’nex, a toy building system, was the one thing that brought Russell and I together in the first place. It became the sole activity we wanted to do in the Pre-K class and caused us to dislike nap time, since any interruption of our fun and creativity was a hassle. As a result, Russell and I only talked to others when needed, making us the quietest in the class, even though we talked to each other the most.
One day, as Russell got up to go the bathroom, he bumped into another boy, who dropped a handful of Matchbox toy cars he had been carrying. “Thanks a lot, Russell!” the …show more content…
Turning around, I saw a boy come and pick up the car he had launched at me. He laughed and said, “You know, you should move.” I wanted to ignore him, but fearing the worst, I turned to Russell.
“Hey, maybe we should—” I started to say, but then a toy car flew by and hit him on the head. Russell turned to look for the culprit, and in the process his head collided with the edge of the bookshelf. Right away, his face squeezed together and his cheeks reddened. Then his mouth opened and let out a low howl. Russell sat there, open-mouthed, the noise getting louder, tears falling, while holding the side of his head.
I sat glued to the ground and just looked at him. Ryker and his friends were staring too.
The teacher, doing a painting activity with some other kids, didn't hear Russell. The five or six of us, dumbfounded, remained sitting and watched Russell, who showed no signs of stopping. I wanted to say something, to make him feel better, but my whole body was a statue.
I remember a nagging feeling in my mind stopping me from telling the teacher. I
“Yes!” Russell exclaimed upon seeing his prized spaceship. He began attaching and removing K’nex pieces from his model. K’nex, a toy building system, was the one thing that brought Russell and I together in the first place. It became the sole activity we wanted to do in the Pre-K class and caused us to dislike nap time, since any interruption of our fun and creativity was a hassle. As a result, Russell and I only talked to others when needed, making us the quietest in the class, even though we talked to each other the most.
One day, as Russell got up to go the bathroom, he bumped into another boy, who dropped a handful of Matchbox toy cars he had been carrying. “Thanks a lot, Russell!” the …show more content…
Turning around, I saw a boy come and pick up the car he had launched at me. He laughed and said, “You know, you should move.” I wanted to ignore him, but fearing the worst, I turned to Russell.
“Hey, maybe we should—” I started to say, but then a toy car flew by and hit him on the head. Russell turned to look for the culprit, and in the process his head collided with the edge of the bookshelf. Right away, his face squeezed together and his cheeks reddened. Then his mouth opened and let out a low howl. Russell sat there, open-mouthed, the noise getting louder, tears falling, while holding the side of his head.
I sat glued to the ground and just looked at him. Ryker and his friends were staring too.
The teacher, doing a painting activity with some other kids, didn't hear Russell. The five or six of us, dumbfounded, remained sitting and watched Russell, who showed no signs of stopping. I wanted to say something, to make him feel better, but my whole body was a statue.
I remember a nagging feeling in my mind stopping me from telling the teacher. I