Hi readers! This is a narrative piece I wrote about the 1960's. I hope you like it.:
The 1960’s are rocking. The best music and dances ever. Too bad I can’t do any of it. My parents say it’s “foolish” and “not what their little girl will ever be doing”. I don’t get it if I want to listen to music and do the “Twist” don’t I have the right. My parents should just get to the new generation. “Mary, the bus is here. You are going to be late” Mom yells. “Okay be right down” I reply. I run down the stairs, grab a poptart, and head out the door. Today is going very fun. I get on the bus. The way to school is very quiet. When I get off the bus to get a greeting by Lisa, Donna, James, and John rushing up to me. “Today is the day Mary” Lisa says quietly. “We are doing it” says James. “After school, at Cannon Street” says Donna. “Be there or be square” Says John. “Okay, but who is bringing the radio” I ask. “Me” says Donna. I feel sad. See the thing about Donna is she is allowed to listen to the fun music and do the “Twist”. So of course she gets to bring the radio, her radio. It’s not fair, but hope the thing we're about to do will change it all. “ding.ding.” Now the hard part I have to go through what feels like hours and hours of school and then it’s time. It’s taking forever, but before I know it the bell rings and it’s over. I walk past the bus and keep walking. Now I’m on Cannon street. I see everyone, but Donna. I walk up to them “Hey guys. You ready?” I say. “Yay” says James. “You?” “Yay” I say. “Let’s get this party started” says a strange voice. I turn around to see the one and only Donna holding the brown radio in one hand and a camera in the other. “How did you get that” I ask. “I took my dad’s” she says. “Let’s do this” says John. We walk into the middle of the street. I hope this ends well I think. I know my parents will make me discuss why I did this, but I don’t want to think about that right now. Donna puts down the Radio and turns it on. She turns the radio to the highest volume. The next thing I know the “Twist” is playing. We excitedly start dancing. “Hey! This is so much fun” I yell. The lyrics are booming through my ears. The music is as loud as a thunderstorm. “Click!” Donna takes the camera and snaps a picture perfectly. We don’t care how made people get might mad at us we keep dancing. This is the best thing we could be doing because it is the most fun we would ever have.
Thank you so much for reading!