Personal Narrative: Standing Up

Introduction

My dad, Al, and I, have shared a decent amount in common throughout our lives, and I thought it was pretty interesting. Although we have grown up in different environments, we still have the same old fights with our siblings, or times where we actually stood up for our siblings. My dad has inspired me to do many things with my life, and has helped me to become a better person. In these stories you will see success and failure, but it all leads up to the path that we have taken today.

Standing Up

My school life has been pretty smooth since it started. Sure, I have moved schools now and then due to living situations, but besides that, I was doing great. My grades were up, I had friends, I was running for class president,
Al wanted his brother to have a nice time, and if that meant staying on one cabinet for the entire time, that’s what he would do. He didn’t think that anyone should disrespect his brother the way that the guy did, and he decided to do something about it. The guy and Al started cussing each other out, and Al ended up punching the guy dead in the nose. Although the guy was stronger than Al, due to his nose swelling up, he wasn’t able to see. There’s hardly any match with a handicap like that. Alex just had to watch his younger brother beat up on a dude his size, and the cause being a video game. When the fight was broken up, Al had won, and he had the guts to stand up for his brother, even if it meant that the odds were against
We only have an age gap of two years, which is enough for her to act like the little sister. She would always cry to get my parents on her side, and it always worked. I remember one time where I had wanted to go to my friend’s house, Melvin’s, and she would insist that she’d go with me. I didn’t understand why, but I realized that it was simply due to the fact that I didn’t want her to. She kept bothering me over and over again, so I was starting to get a little bit angry. I told her, “If you don’t stop right now, I’m gonna tell mom.” This didn’t work though, since this is exactly what she wanted. My mom always sided with my sister, and she knew that if my mom got into the picture, I would either have to take her with me, or I wouldn’t be able to go at all. We started messing around with each other, and she started mocking me. I was about ten, so as all ten year olds would have, it got to me. I told her to stop, but she just kept on going, and I was so mad that I ended up pushing her. It was definitely not a hard push, but it was enough to get my sister going. She started bawling her eyes out, screaming, and I never understood how she, or any little sister managed to cry so easily. Sure enough, my mom came running in, and immediately looked at me. She knew that my sister would antagonize me, but I was the one who ended up getting in trouble anyways. I explained to her the situation and as I thought, she wouldn’t