Amélie's Stereotypes-Personal Narrative

The new song fresh from the studio was blaring in his ear. A song that went from barely played to the song all over the charts and radio. Though the music was loud enough for anyone at a few feets distance to hear he didn't care. Why not share the the amazing song even if they were tired of hearing it? The song was catchy even if it was getting old. He wasn't used to listening to the songs that were too popular, but he finally decided it was time to journey into the world of the top one-hundred charts.
Always afraid of being just like everyone else, he often broke the mold. Not wanting to be a stereotype or even worse typical. Who wants to be predictable? Anyone who has at least talked to you once can guess all of your next steps. He was …show more content…
A pack of gum used to not be his usual purchase, but he felt the best way to meet new people was to ask them if they wanted a stick of gum. Or at least he said it was to meet new people. It’s also nice to see which type of people you meet by their response. There was one person he always asked if they needed anything, even if they never fully responded. Amélie was really quiet during class, but with her friends, she was the loudest and the most talkative. She was really interesting, to say the least. He never noticed her until one day when she turned right from her seat to face him and said, “Telfor do you have any gum?” Since that day, he buys a new flavor of gum for each week just hoping she will want a piece. She did ask every Monday to try the new flavor and sometimes asked again when she really liked it. He wrote down the ones she asked several times about because he could always go back to those when he ran out of new flavors to choose …show more content…
He wanted her to be happy and the more times she asked for gum, the better. Telfor tried to hurry up and leave because he didn’t want to be late to class. He grabbed a few different packs because he knew the next few weeks he would be super busy and just bought them in advance. He ran to the counter pretty fast, and ran towards the exit, he ran into the girl that absorbed his every thought, every sentence, right in the middle of that convenience store.
Flushing, as she always did when she got flustered, Amélie breathed in the familiar face before her. “Hey,” her eyes widened when she looked at the packets in his hands, “What’s the new flavor this week? I see I’ve got a lot to choose from.” “I’ll give you the liberty to choose if you want.” She didn’t see this, no one could with the naked eye but inside, as she smiled at what he said, he saw a glimpse of hope, as if maybe there were a chance. “I’ll have this one.” She said while she pointed at a pack of Extra© sweet watermelon gum. She unfolded the wrapper, popped the gum into her mouth, and then she stored the wrapper into her