Character Sketch
By Whitney
In the story of a River Runs Through It, in Norman and
Paul’s relationship they fight a lot. It seems like they fight almost every
day. Even though all they do is fight, when they aren’t fighting they have a
very strong relationship. Paul is the younger brother but sometimes it seems as
though he is the older because he is a big influence on Norman, but Paul is the
immature one of the two. I can understand their relationship and how they act
towards each other. I have two sisters that I love very much in their own way. I
know I shouldn’t really say I have a favorite but I do.
About the time I reached Middle School I finally realized the meaning of
a sister. My two sisters are Brooke and Becky. Brooke being the oldest, Becky
the middle, and me being the youngest. Brooke to me always seemed like the
perfect daughter. She would get straight A’s and never did anything wrong.
Becky, being the middle was the then trouble child. After Brooke left for
college, Becky and I became really close. Becky didn’t have the best high
school experience, but no matter what happened she would always come to me for
comfort and I would do the same. Becky has gone through the things that I am
going through right now.
For those of you who don’t know who Becky is I will explain. Becky is
the middle child of our family. She has brown hair and brown eyes. She usually
wears clothes from Abercrombie, clothes from express and sometimes clothes from
my closet. She is one of the
sisters that don’t tell anyone the things you tell them and will talk your
parents into letting you do something when you are grounded. My sister makes me
feel so important. She makes it seem like she will do anything it takes to make
me feel better or to make me happy. Of course we fight. I mean were sisters, we
fight over lost clothes and stolen perfume. I love both of my sisters the same
of course but it seems like I can tell Becky anything, but if I tell Brooke some
things she goes to my mom and tells her.
I think the best time I had with both of my sisters would be when we went
to Las Vegas in the summer of eighth grade. My aunt and uncle drove with us all
the way. My sisters and I fought the whole way up there deciding who could sit
in the backseat and who would have to sit up in the front with my mom and aunt.
When we arrived in Las Vegas it was the elders with each other and my sisters
and I would usually go and do our own thing like shop and walk down the streets.
We had our own hotel room and I insisted on we all sleep on the same bed to make
us closer but of course I was the one kicked off the bed. I spent most of the
time in Las Vegas with my sisters and it made us a lot closer than we have ever
been.