First Narrative Assignment

Many shrieks of joy and squeals of delight were heard that Easter Sunday, as children of all ages awoke early to find baskets of chocolate bunnies and to hunt colorful plastic eggs. Just like every Easter in the years before, at noon, Hannah and Ellen lined up at the edge of the yard with the other neighborhood children. They all wrinkled their noses at the strong smell of the onion grass, and shielded their eyes from the bright sun as they began the chaotic search for the hidden eggs and the surprises they held. The two were polar opposites, yet Hannah and Ellen had been inseparable since birth. Ellen, arriving into the world almost a full year before Hannah, had dark brown curls that framed her tan complexion, was expressive, and stubborn while Hannah was quiet and carefree, with skin that easily burned and a stick- straight blond mane. The two were quite a pair. On that warm April afternoon, Hannah and Ellen's parents watched them race around the yard desperately searching for the Golden Egg, with their minds at ease knowing that their girls were happy and safe as long as they were by each other's side. Once every morsel of food had been devoured and every egg had been unearthed, the fun-filled afternoon ended as family friends started to shuffle towards their cars. At least that is how most saw it. But on that Easter Sunday, Hannah and Ellen decided they weren't through having their fun. As they stood on the hot black asphalt, squirming in their uncomfortable puffy and itchy dresses that made them look "oh-so-adorable!" both of their heads whipped around as they heard the ssst, ssst, ssst of sprinklers coming to life. They looked at each other, grinned, and without a word, took off sprinting towards the streams of water. Giggling and squealing, Hannah and Ellen skipped and paraded through the sprinklers in their Easter dresses, soaking themselves thoroughly. After they had had their fun, the girls giddily trotted back to where their parents were standing shaking their heads with smiles on their faces. After all, girls will be girls.