Warped Narrative

All the noise from the living room woke up the seven year old Raya from her afternoon nap. She felt really happy and excited, but couldn’t remember why. She crawled out of her bed and as soon as she stepped out of her room, she remembered the cause of her joy. Blue decorations and balloons with “It’s a Boy” written all over them filled the house. The little brother she always wanted to have was finally born. She inched her way sleepily to the living room hoping to see the little newborn.

Despite the entire racket made by the adults as they blabbed on and on to Raya’s exhausted mother, they baby lay sound asleep in his mother’s warm arms. Raya ascended the big blue chair next to her mother, and sat staring at her brother. Soon enough, from all the noise, the little baby woke up. Raya’s Grandmother noticed and quickly zipped her massive hand bag open, grabbing her camera. She walked over and stood directly in front of Raya’s mother and said to Raya “Smile”. She pressed the small button and a bright white light appeared blinding Raya’s little eyes.

                                                    

From there Raya travelled in time to 2010. She was fifteen years and was hovering over Niagara Falls in a helicopter with her family. Her brother was sitting right in front of her holding the Stone Aged camera (the one his grandmother uses) with the blinding flash. He had just taken a picture of her while she was gazing out the window at the magnificent falls.

Raya kept staring out the window as the helicopter made a couple of turns over the falls.
“The view is absolutely beautiful!” said someone sitting next to Raya. That was I. That was me. That was the author of this blog. The helicopter started descending and as the bottom of the helicopter hit the ground, the seat Raya was sitting in jerked and caused her head against the window she was leaning on. She closed her eyes for a bit.

Raya heard something zap by her ear, she flinched and quickly woke up, realizing that she had dosed off while watching a movie in History class. The fact that she had pulled an all-nighter made her very sleepy. She tried her best to keep her eyes open;the lights being switched off were not helping her stay awake. She tried to take interest in the movie, but history never  interested her. She took a refreshing sip of water from her water bottle and finally gave up. She crossed her arms together, placed them on her desk, and placed her head on top. In a matter of seconds, she was back asleep to wake up again at the sound of the bell indicating lunch time.