The Outsiders Narrative

Dark clouds started to roll in as my brother and I stepped out of our empty house. We had everything packed and ready to go. Today was moving day, we were moving to Texas where my aunt and lives. We were really close to my aunt so we were okay with living with her. I heard the click of the door as it closed. My brother was carrying a box of old photos out to the car. I carried out our food and clothes, when I noticed my brother had set the box on the back of the car. He had a photo in his hands now. I walked by him but he didn’t even notice me. I noticed as a tear started to stream down his face he ripped the photo in half. It was a family photo. He tore away the section where our parents were. He then crumpled up the half and threw it across the street. He sat down on the curb holding back tears. I came up to him and gave him a hug. It didn’t seem to help. …show more content…
My brother, who is only 17, has brown hair with blonde streaks highlighting the tips. He also beautiful green eyes that glistened in the sun. He says he hates his name witch is originally Dylan, but he goes by Lance. On the other hand, I am only 16 and have dark brown hair with blue eyes. My name is Isabella, but I go by Izzy. I patted him on the back and told him “I think we should get going soon.” He looked up at me and his eyes were red because he cried so much. I hugged him tightly. He missed mom and dad. I did too, but I was never really close to them like he was. I was a girl who would go out and hang with friends rather than family. Lance slowly got up and headed for the