Megan Foulk

Honors English

Mr. Blair

9/12/18

Robert Frank Narrative

3:20 P.M.

I stand at the end of the winding dirt road waiting for the school bus to arrive. My body shivers when the wind begins to blow. The bitter air floats down the sides of my body only to find a hole on the side of my gray shirt. I look down to realize the hole in my shirt that I had my mother sow last week had re-opened. As I walked, I tried to hide the hole by covering it with my arm. Looking to my left, I see Annabelle in her garden picking a dandelion. Annabelle is my neighbor whom I have not seen in a while since she began middle school this year. I would always see her with friends, outside, laughing or walking to her house from the bus. Sometimes, she would look up at me and wave. I quickly would look away and try to suppress the redness filling my cheeks.

3:40 P.M.

I should have known that the bus would be late, as it usually is. Preschoolers don’t tend to find the bus in a timely fashion. I knew I needed to be there to welcome Evie after her first day of preschool. Evie has always been very independent, but I knew that preschool was going to be hard for her. She would need me to be there for her helping her along the way. 

3:43 P.M.

I see Evie’s red untamed curls bouncing up and down as she walks down the steps of the massive yellow bus. I run up to greet her with a hug. “Is mom home,” Evie said. I told her I wasn’t sure. Although I knew the likelihood of our mother being home on a Friday night was extremely rare. 

4:05 P.M.

As we enter our house Racey our dog runs up to greet us. Evie smiles and laughs uncontrollably at the sight of Racey running around the kitchen. I go outside to feed her and notice a blue vase filled with lavender. With it was a note addressed to my mother from a man named James. I chose not to question it and decided to set it on the table inside. I entertained Evie by playing a game I invented called Hero’s and Devil. All of a sudden, the doorbell rings. We were home alone and I was positive it wasn’t mother. I brought Evie to the table where our bodies would be hidden from the windows. There we waited for the rings to stop and the unknown person to leave our doorstep.