Point Of View Narrative Rough Draft
I stared mortified at my sister Connie from the dress shop window. She was leaning up against the wall of the movie house whispering something to her very best friend Betty. Since leaving the house Connie’s appearance had changed dramatically. Leaving home in a presentable pair of shorts and blouse, that had since been modified revealing more of her thigh, her blouse was scantily laid off her shoulder to give her more sex appeal. Brandishing bright pink lipstick that made her look five years older. If mom or dad saw her dressed like that they would go ape for sure. Right then I pinned her beating feet towards the bridge with Betty on her tail leading to a local drive- thru restaurant across the way. …show more content…
Entering the kitchen I throw on an apron to help mother finish up the dishes to take to the Barbeque. Just after 11 am I Made the final touches to the relish tray as I hear Connie enter the bathroom. Must be nice to sleep your life away and never contribute. She rarely gets out from in front of the mirror when she is home, vain little thing she is. As I pass the bathroom I hear the water running, Connie must be washing her hair. I suppose I should get myself ready for the Barbeque as well. Adorning my new dress on my chunky body, I pin my hair up and powder my face. Feeling presentable, I exit my …show more content…
Suddenly we pulled up behind the perpetrators car. There was one man sitting in the car with a radio to his ear. The other man with shaggy black hair and sunglasses was holding firmly to my young sisters arm. “Stay in the Car” my father warned as he exited the car. “DADDY HELP ME” Connie Screamed. “What in the Hell do you think you are doing” my father yelled at the shaggy haired man. The man looking slightly amused sprang a frightening smirk on his face shoving my sister towards the car. The other man in the car with an orange shirt was now exiting the vehicle and it looked like they were looking for a fight. I was terrified when my father suddenly knew he had to act. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.BANG. My father unloaded the gun with no hesitation shooting both men dead in their
I stared mortified at my sister Connie from the dress shop window. She was leaning up against the wall of the movie house whispering something to her very best friend Betty. Since leaving the house Connie’s appearance had changed dramatically. Leaving home in a presentable pair of shorts and blouse, that had since been modified revealing more of her thigh, her blouse was scantily laid off her shoulder to give her more sex appeal. Brandishing bright pink lipstick that made her look five years older. If mom or dad saw her dressed like that they would go ape for sure. Right then I pinned her beating feet towards the bridge with Betty on her tail leading to a local drive- thru restaurant across the way. …show more content…
Entering the kitchen I throw on an apron to help mother finish up the dishes to take to the Barbeque. Just after 11 am I Made the final touches to the relish tray as I hear Connie enter the bathroom. Must be nice to sleep your life away and never contribute. She rarely gets out from in front of the mirror when she is home, vain little thing she is. As I pass the bathroom I hear the water running, Connie must be washing her hair. I suppose I should get myself ready for the Barbeque as well. Adorning my new dress on my chunky body, I pin my hair up and powder my face. Feeling presentable, I exit my …show more content…
Suddenly we pulled up behind the perpetrators car. There was one man sitting in the car with a radio to his ear. The other man with shaggy black hair and sunglasses was holding firmly to my young sisters arm. “Stay in the Car” my father warned as he exited the car. “DADDY HELP ME” Connie Screamed. “What in the Hell do you think you are doing” my father yelled at the shaggy haired man. The man looking slightly amused sprang a frightening smirk on his face shoving my sister towards the car. The other man in the car with an orange shirt was now exiting the vehicle and it looked like they were looking for a fight. I was terrified when my father suddenly knew he had to act. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.BANG. My father unloaded the gun with no hesitation shooting both men dead in their