Examples Of Narrative Call Me Mildred

Call me Mildred. Actually, don’t. Only my parents call me that, and only when I’ve done something wrong. Call me Milly. Everyone does. If they don’t, I quickly correct them. After all, who in their right mind wants to be called Mildred? Not even my grandmother, from whom I got this name, wanted to be called Mildred. Everyone called her Milly too.
But this story isn’t really about me, just like Moby Dick wasn’t really about Ishmael. This story is about how everything in a tiny town in northwest Arkansas went from super normal to supernatural. Maybe I should start from the beginning.

It was Tuesday, September 2. A normal Tuesday. Only two weeks into my senior year of high school at Lincoln High School. Like almost every other normal teenager, I was already ready for it to be over. Everyone wants to escape Lincoln. Most won’t, but I was
determined that almost immediately after I threw my maroon graduation cap into air, I was G-O-N-E.
I stared into the depths of my locker, trying to remember exactly where I’d shoved my math homework, when my best friend, Trinity, beebopped up to me.
Trinity was my opposite from her cool New Age name to her perfect blonde hair. She looked like she’d stepped out of an edition of Seventeen magazine. Her teeth, her clothes, her complexion were all perfect. She was also the nicest person I knew. I should have resented her for being so perfect, but she was completely oblivious to the fact that she should be one of those stereotypical mean girls who avoided the average to surround herself with beautiful people and things. Instead, she hung out with me. I am the epitome of average. Average height, average weight (not fat, not skinny), and totally average brown hair and brown eyes. While people stopped to stare at Trinity, they usually stared right through me. I might have cared more if I cared anything about this town or the people in it, but I didn’t, so my invisibility lost its sting. Actually, it was kind of amusing. I was party to all sorts of juicy gossip because people just didn’t see me. I was the official secret-knower of
LHS.
“OMG, Milly! Guess what?” Trinity said. Her sapphire eyes sparkled.
“You finally got a car?” I asked. One thing I had over Trinity--wheels. Granted, those wheels were attached to a very beat up 1996 Ford Contour that was barely worth the $600 I’d paid for it, but that car still granted me a level of independence Trinity’s parents were reluctant to give her.
Trinity’s glossy lips formed a perfect moue before spreading back into a smile. “No, but this is better than a new car!”
“I give. What?”
“We have two new students! Totally delicious twins!”
“So they’re made of chocolate?” I finally spotted my homework, wedged between Twilight, Shiver and the moleskin notebook that I’d spent a fortune for just so I could feel like the ramblings I’d written inside were more intellectual. I pulled the worksheet free and breathed a sigh of relief when all of the questions were answered. I’d thought I’d finished it during class, but sometimes I just couldn’t remember. My mother often accused me of having bubbles in my brain.
“They may be. I know I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth into one,” Trinity confessed with a dreamy sigh.
Considering Trinity considered many a male worthy of sinking her teeth into--like she was some sort of boy-crazy vampire--I just rolled my eyes. “I thought you were sinking your teeth into Mark. Didn’t you go out with him Saturday?”
“Mark who?” Trinity giggled, waving her hand dismissively. “Anyway, Mark doesn’t hold a candle to these hotties.”
I raised an eyebrow. Mark was considered the hottest guy in school. Everyone knew that when we voted for those silly “notables” to put in the yearbook, Trinity and Mark were going to get “Most Beautiful/Most Handsome.” These newbies must be pretty good looking for Trinity to think they were hotter than Mark.
“One for you and one for me!” Trinity continued, linking her arm through mine as the bell shrilled. “Then when we marry them, we’ll be sisters in truth!”
I smiled. “What if I want them both?”
She squeezed my arm. “Don’t be greedy, Mil. Have pity on your poor friend and share!”
Trinity was the only one who thought it would be possible for me to command the attention of a boy, let alone an attractive boy. It was one of the reasons why I loved her despite her perfection.
“Fine. I’ll let you have one--the uglier one,” I conceded, grinning.
“They’re identical, silly!”
“You get the one with bad breath, then.”
She swatted me. “As if such Adonises could have bad breath.”
We’d been reading Greek myths in AP Literature. Trinity and I loved Greek myths. We’d even taken those inane quizzes on Facebook that supposedly tell you which Greek goddess you’re most like. Trinity got Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, of course. I got Athena, goddess of wisdom. Sometimes those quizzes are crazily accurate, we’d confided to each other.
The halls of LHS were never exactly crowded, so Trinity and I were able to walk arm in arm the whole way to AP Calculus, my least favorite class and a horrible way to start the day. Boys we’d grown up with tried in vain to snag Trinity’s attention. Like always, she was oblivious, still chatting to me about the new boys and planning our happily-ever-afters with them. She’d made it all the way to the names of our first babies--girls who would be best friends just like us--when I finally saw them.
O.M.G.
If Trinity hadn’t been tugging me along, I might have frozen. Trinity was prone to exaggeration, so I was stunned to discover that, if anything, her flamboyant descriptions hadn’t done them justice. They were GQ models, Channing Tatum, and Dave Franco all rolled into two mouthwatering packages. Their dark hair was slightly wavy and slightly long. Their olive skin harkened to an Italian or latino heritage. Their eyes (again, OMG) were startingly blue. Not that pale, washed-out blue most people are stuck with. No, their eyes were the cerulean blue of the Caribbean Ocean.
I didn’t think people as beautiful as the twins existed, let alone in a podunk town like Lincoln, Arkansas.
“There they are,” Trinity breathed as if the whole world hadn’t stopped spinning around the sun to spin around the twins. I suspected that if I had been able to drag my eyes off of them, I would have seen every other girl in LHS paralyzed by their beauty as well.
“OMG,” I replied.
“Ditto.”