WRITING OBSTACLE
Inspired by Cleo Fitzsimmons
Write a dual narrative from two characters on different sides of a disagreement.
A dual narrative depicts both characters' perspectives, although it does not have to be written in first person. The disagreement could be something personal, where they both hold different views, or perhaps something like a war where they have the same opinion but from different sides.
Fragments Of Us
AMELIA’S PERSPECTIVE
My mind went blank as I slowly dazed of into dreamland. Just a few days prior, me and my best friend, Evelyn, had an argument over cancelled plans, I feel bad.. No I don’t. Evelyn would always cancel plans last minute, leaving me in a well prepared outfit for nothing. It’s infuriating!
I was in class when the other students started to stir from the desks, leaving me in an embarrassed scramble to grab my binders and cromebook. A soft, awkwards blush climbed onto my cheeks as I felt my teacher’s sharp, strict stare boring down on my back as I rushed to the door, practically tripping over my own feet on the way out.
Chaught up in the moment, I find myself looking into Evelyn’s blue eyes, suprised, I stumble back a little bit, before we both go our separate ways, her going to out home room for Social Studies, me going to my locker.
EVELYN’S PERSPECTIVE
My heart beats uncomfortably in my chest as Ameila locks eyes with mine, I clutch my soft knit sweater, trying to hide my sweating palms. I quickly whip my head around and walk in the direction of our home room class, Social Studies, leaving Ameila to proceed to open, and rummage through her unorganized locker.
Our friendship, even if blocked, was still there, just sitting and waiting to come back to life, like a wilted flower under a thin sheet of snow, waiting to bloom back. I still remember her gentle smiles, her genuine laughs, ever since they’ve been distanced, everyone seems tainted with betrayal, so… unfamiliar.
Upon sitting in my chair, I feel Amelia’s presence in the doorway, I lay my head lazily on my desk, my arms protectively wrapped around my face, my world went black as I let the last of the light leave the contained pocket, and I close my eyes, taking deep breaths and letting her heartbeat slow down a little.
No matter what happens between her and Amelia, things will never be the same, wether it’s chatty mornings replaced by awkward silence, or somber sidelong glances from the other side of the room; things will never be the way they were.
