High School Graduation Narrative

A red and navy blue striped dress. The sound of medals and ropes together clinking through the door across the hall. A red graduation overlay sat flat on the comforter that had not been disturbed. The end of the school year seemed to go on forever until the last few days before her graduation. Those few weeks went sprinting by like a runner fifty feet from the finish line. Graduation didn’t seem like an event that would change what I think of her. A clink of red heels travel down the stairs and a car engine starting and zooming away into the distance. After the summer she would leave me to a distance that seemed threatening at the time. I glanced down at my attire and realized it wouldn’t be too much longer until I wore the same. I soon followed my sister’s path down the steps. I stepped into the late spring air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and new trees. I settled in the car and we were off.
The families of the graduates were still in the stands and they were slowly getting up. In what seemed as a blur at the time, I shot up and went to find them. The graduates. And I knew it was crazy, but I started bawling like a baby. I found tears, while speed walking in the middle of three thousand people in a place that I had never been. After an embarrassing five minutes of me bawling in the middle of graduates, I found my sister. She was a model of happiness with her friends, before they all go their own way. Oh the places they would go. I drooped up to her, trying to wipe my tears only for them to be replaced by new ones. I thought that she was leaving me. I would never see her again. She was going to go to college and forget all about me. Her little sister, that bugged her and disobeyed her all of these years just to get her in trouble, was standing right in front her pouring her tears out. She only looked at me and said“I’m not leaving yet. We have still got time,