Personal Narrative: Gangs And Young Girls

Confusion filled my face as I watched them cry, then laugh, then sigh heavily, then cry some more. It was the same thing every time we came to visit. I asked Katie, my sister, and Bailey, my cousin, “what’s so great about boys?” they responded with the most irritating phrase to a nine year old; “you’ll understand when you’re older.” They would talk for hours about how amazing boys were, and then about how awful they were. I did not understand it. As I tagged along with Katie and Bailey to the Prescott, Arizona mall to get a cute purse from Claire’s, they seemed to weave unnecessarily through crowds of tall, scary adults. I realized after the fifth time of losing them, that the purpose of the sporadic movement was to walk by cute boys. I was
enraged and said in exasperation, “why are boys so great?” Then, everything changed. I saw him. He had beautiful brown eyes, his tall figure was surely sculpted by God Himself, his flowy brown hair was tucked under the most attractive hat in the world, he walked so well, and he was actually perfect. I did not know a single fact about him, I had never spoken to him, I had never seen him before, and he was not even making eye contact with me. None of this mattered though, because what I felt was pure love. I was so happy, my life was complete. Seeing him filled me with pure joy that I had never felt before. My entire body melted and my brain stopped working completely. There were no words spoken or heard in that moment, in fact, I’m pretty sure time stopped all together. I loved him. Then, the worst thing happened; he walked away. In that second, all my happiness was ripped out of me. I was filled with a blackness and devastation that engulfed my whole being. My perfect boy was gone. I was prepared to change my last name and he just left. It was then, right outside of the Claire’s in the Prescott, Arizona mall, that I understood Katie and Bailey’s feelings about boys. I would never be the same.