This is based on the story "Raymond's Run."
As I sit on the side line cheering on Squeaky for her marvelous running, I realize people are starring at me. Knowing why they are starring at me, my big head, makes it uncomfortable for me. Even though they are starring at me I turn back around and continue to cheer on Squeaky.
Before the race began, I walk with Squeaky through the streets and I know whats going to happen if we see someone she knows walking through the streets. So she had me walk in the inside, the side closest to the buildings, so that she can keep nice and secured, from everyone. I don't like getting teased for something I can't handle or control. But before anyone says anything to me, they have to go to my sister first, because you know I can't handle it.
As we are walking through the streets, we realize that there are some girls from Squeaky's school coming towards us. As always, she takes care of what's going to happen.
"What grade are you in Raymond?" Mary Louise Williams asks, and waiting for a respond from Raymond, but that's what was going to happen.
"You got anything to say to my brother, you say it to me, Mary Louise Williams of Raggedy Town, Baltimore." Squeaky blurted, but couldn't hold back the frustration from her.
"What are you, his mother?" one of the girls, Rosie, asked if she really was.
I want to do something about it, but that is not what's going to happen, because my sister believes that that should be that way. I wish I could do something for myself before I can't because I want to learn how to do it. Knowing that Squeaky will do anything for doing something like that for me, I love her, but I want to learn how to do it myself.
As I sit down, by the fence, watching Squeaky run for first, I realize that I think I'm going to sit here and be proud of myself, because that is what I'm proud to do. Squeaky is a great runner, I know that for being her number one fan in the stands! No one knows how much I appreciate my sister standing up for me, but I want to do it sometime on my own. I know it will be hard, but it would be something different to do and something great to do. Being young is a good thing, but that's what I want to do.
My sister runs, runs, and runs to the finish. My favorite thing to do is cheer her on until she runs into first. This time, she knows that someone else have won, but she know that she deserved it.
