Personal Narrative Essay: The Story Of Sia Sian's Story

It was four in the morning when Clark found Sian at the old park. No one had gone there in years. It was plastered in graffit. Willow trees were so over grown that the whole place was almost completely hidden. Sian swung on the rusted swing set. Her short black hair swirled in the wind as she went. Clark waved at her and she stopped swinging. He sat on the swing beside her. He gave her a bitter sweet smile. "Why do you live alone ?" Clark asked without the monotone voice making it sound like he really did care. "My mom was a drunk, she kicked me out after we had a really bad fight. And my dad killed himself when i was ten." She felt telling clark was complaining, that she shoulnt tell him. "My sister is an alcholic too, Her names Evalyn. My parents want nothing to do with her, it a constant fight whenever i even mention her."
Clark Murdock, the boy living the american dream actually had real problems. Sian had heard so many things about clark since they started high school but no one ever said he had a sister, they only talked about how werid he was. Sian smiled. "Why are you helping Malik ? Alex bullied you since 5th grade. You should hate him." She waited for his answer. "I dont hate him. I just dont have the effort too, to be so angry over him seems like a waste. He is missing, wheather hes kidnapped or a runaway, he desereves help." He started to swing. " Why are you angry with baze ?" "Honestly ? The boy acts as of the world is out to get him. He makes his problems seem worse than mine like its a compotion or