Personal Narrative-Ayame, Let's Go !
“Ayame, let’s go!” Bursting through the front doors of the school I stride out into the summer sun. The last day of school is cloudless and the sun shines brightly, warming my face and long chestnut hair blowing in the slight summer breeze. The breeze is chilly and the weather isn’t quite hot enough to feel like a real summer but that’s Seattle for you. Turning my new IPod to one of my favorite songs I start toward home, excited. For this is not just any last day of school, this is the last day of my junior year of high school. I am now officially, a senior. I had been dreaming about this summer for so long and I am determined to make it the best one of my life. I start sprinting home grinning till it hurts with Rabbit’s song “It’s Love” blaring
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“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she says with that fake innocent voice.
“Something is obviously on your mind, you are twirling your necklace, you always do that when you are thinking deeply about something.”
“Well…it’s Ayame.”
“Oh I see,” he says his tone lowering a bit as he sits down at the dining table; “I think I understand.”
“I just don’t know what else we can do. It seems like she keeps getting further away from everything we try to teach, I am afraid she has grown up around technology so much that hearing our lessons is more like static in the background, she doesn’t understand our mission.”
“I feel as if we might be pushing her further away,” he says with a sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “she has heard our mission her whole life, but I do not believe she has ever actually listened to it.”
“We have tried everything.”
“Well, not everything,” he says.
“What do you mean Kohaku?” she says searching for what her husband is suggesting, “You don’t mean…?” gasping a bit and bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as if she cannot believe she even thought about it, much less say it.
“I think it is time,” he says nodding his
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she says with that fake innocent voice.
“Something is obviously on your mind, you are twirling your necklace, you always do that when you are thinking deeply about something.”
“Well…it’s Ayame.”
“Oh I see,” he says his tone lowering a bit as he sits down at the dining table; “I think I understand.”
“I just don’t know what else we can do. It seems like she keeps getting further away from everything we try to teach, I am afraid she has grown up around technology so much that hearing our lessons is more like static in the background, she doesn’t understand our mission.”
“I feel as if we might be pushing her further away,” he says with a sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “she has heard our mission her whole life, but I do not believe she has ever actually listened to it.”
“We have tried everything.”
“Well, not everything,” he says.
“What do you mean Kohaku?” she says searching for what her husband is suggesting, “You don’t mean…?” gasping a bit and bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as if she cannot believe she even thought about it, much less say it.
“I think it is time,” he says nodding his