Narrative concepts and applications

Narrative

Tired from lack of sleep, I stumbled down the carpeted steps, dreading yet another boring and mundane summer day. As my feet hit the cold, marble tiles, a room full of noise and choas welcomed me as usual. There was a combination of the full-volume television show my younger brother Ted was currently watching, and my mom's constant chatter on the telephone. Opening the refrigerator door, I grabbed the container of Tropicana orange juice, and filled my glass halfway. As I sat down at the breakfast table, I mentally began making a list of all the tasks that awaited me when I was suddenly interrupted by mother. "Elaine," she said while cupping the phone receiver with her hand, "Tell Ted that Suncoast sent a letter from him, and it's in the green bowl." Ted was soon going to be a freshman at Suncoast, the same high school I was already attending, and due to his lack of interest in anything my mom said, I was usually the one relaying all messages from her to him.

Ted!," I shouted, trying to overpower the blasting television, "There's a letter for you in the kitchen bowl. Mom said to read it." Without letting his eyes wander from the screen, my brother grabbed the letter from the bowl and let his lazy self settle back down on the couch. "I have orientation on the 21st," he acknowledged, to no one in particular. My mom immediately made her way to her calendar, noting the date. "Let me know what the schedule is, and I'll make sure I'm available that day," my mom said. "No, let Elaine take me," responded my brother.