Personal Narrative: Growing Up As The Middle Child

That night, Cassidy and I went to the park. We walked around and talked. Watched the younger kids practice football, and got hotdogs. Cassidy told me about her crazy, drugged up family, while I told her about mine; my not so drugged up family. My life growing up as the youngest child and her growing up as the middle child. It felt like I had known Cassidy forever. Since that day, we had talked for hours on the phone, started going out, and I think I even fell in love with her. We spent a lot of time together while Anthony was out in the hospital. One afternoon after a date with Cassidy, she told me to go to her apartment. We went to her house, and I awed at how neat everything was. "Everything has its place, doesn't it?" I questioned as we stepped over the threshold. Cassidy looked up at me, kissed me on the cheek, and grabbed my hand. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She dragged me to her bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. "Cass, we talked about this." "So? That doesn't mean I listened." She walked over to the bed and smiled. I sat up and put my back against the wall. "We're not doing this." "Oh, we're so doing this. Right here, right now," she warned as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. Cassidy crawled over to me and curled up underneath my arm. I smiled into her hair. "I knew you'd like this." I hugged her, but she suddenly sat up, staring outside of the window. As she stared, the sunset seeped through the blinds and created golden bands on …show more content…
PICK UP YOUR PHONE, Anthony texted. I had 4 missed calls. I slid from underneath Cassidy and went into the bathroom. "What, Anthony?" I moaned, sleepily. "Why have you been ignoring me? It's been weeks! Literally weeks!" "So you waited for me to call you first?" I fired back. "So you're gonna pin this on me?" "No, but I don't have to call first is all that I'm saying." "There's been something I've need to tell you, and you've been too busy to