We moved to Presque Isle when I was ten. My little sister was five. Being the older sister, yup, you guessed it, I have the pleasure of getting her ready for school in the morning, walking her to the bus, watching her after school and yup, watching her on Saturday nights so our parents could go out! What a joy!
Now I love my sister, don't get me wrong. When I was about fifteen, I had better things to do than to have my kid sister tag along and go everywhere I went.
I'd have friends meet me at the park and I'd let her hang at the playground while I would wander down the trail. I'd come back a few hours later, hell, she'd still be there! It was my mother's way of keeping her eye on me. Through my sister!
I remember the night I gave her money and took her to McDonald's, I told her to stay there that I would be back. Little did she know she'd be there for hours while the bf and I went for a ride, well, parking really, what can I say?
So she got a little wiser. She like money. Like mother, like daughter! I started babysitting and she knew I had cash. So, that's when the fun <sarcasm> began! I would have friends over as soon as my parents would leave. Sometimes we'd stay, sometimes we'd leave. Sometimes just girls, sometimes a boy. I'd have to pay the little shit to keep her mouth shut! She'd threaten to tell, so I'd pay her more! Sometimes she'd tell, oh then there was hell!
See my comment on the week five prompt. This comes closer to narrative, but right where it begins to get interesting & narrativey, right where there might be conflict, tension, a problem--you say 'The End!'
ReplyDeleteFigure out which one of these two week five pieces you want to rewrite into a narrative--not both, just one.