Authors Note: This is a creative piece about Raymond, from the short story "Raymond's Run". This was meant to be in first person of how Raymond feels inside, rather than shown how he was in the actual story.
My sister Squeaky is someone I really look up too. Even though I am older than her, I still appreciate what she does. Her athleticism is great, and her speed can not be put into words. Though sometimes I feel as if she just watches after me like I am a dog, when I have a life inside of me that could be let go. As I am older, I feel like I should be taking control and watching her, yet I am the one being watched. Maybe I should be the one running in the meet, listening to my name be called on the loud speaker. Maybe I should be the one with the running shoes on, instead of cheering for my sister Squeaky on the bleachers. I sometimes never get that chance though. My job is too follow my sister, and be treated like the younger brother, when I am the older one. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and her competitive spirit, however maybe inside of me I could do something just like her, or possibly even better. Her talent amazes me, its just I want to be me, and not have the shadow behind me of being "Squeaky's brother". I am much more than that, I know it.
