Personal Narrative: The Necklace

The seemingly insignificant little box sat in my hands, staring me down, just waiting to reveal its contents (personification). I took a deep breath and sighed. With shaky fingers I slid a loop of ribbon off a corner and attempted to lift the lid, but I hadn’t noticed the two pieces of tape that tacked the top in place (alliteration). Slightly embarrassed, I immediately began to pick at the clear strips, knowing she was anticipating my reaction. After fumbling around for twenty minutes (hyperbole), I was finally able to peel back the tape and carefully open the box. Nestled inside along with some crinkled royal blue tissue paper was a necklace. A clock face made up the pendant, which was strung onto a long silver chain (adjective clause), and

a scrap of paper underneath read, ‘It’s about time!’ Smiling, I wondered, “So, are these your colors?”
She laughed.

“Yeah, blue and grey I think.” Out of the corner of my eye I caught her twisting her fingers around somewhat nervously. “So, what do you think? Do you want to be a bridesmaid?”
I glanced up from the necklace. I had expected this, but at the same time it caught me a little off guard. “Of course!” I said, just as I was expected to. I really didn’t want to, but I would anyway. It was my brother’s wedding, after all.
“I promise you won’t have to wear an ugly dress or anything! I’m so excited to finally have a sister-in-law,” Sam, my brother’s fiancée, squealed with excitement (appositive phrase).
Grinning, I remembered the ten years that I had dreaded that exact moment (participial phrase). Sam and I didn’t get along very well at first. I’ve known her almost my entire life, since she and my older brother Nate started dating when I was quite young. I used to think she was overly confident and obnoxious. Sam was as loud and outgoing as a talk show host (simile). She loved talking about herself and her passions, but rarely showed interest in what anyone else had to say. She was a stage hog (metaphor); she didn’t like to share the spotlight. I thought she was bossy, too. Sam always knew what she wanted, and it never seemed like she let my brother make any of his own

decisions.
Eventually, my thoughts about my brother’s fiancée began to change, though. As I grew older I began to relate to Sam and make more connections with her. I started to understand that maybe my perception of her was a little far from the truth. I now know that getting to know your significant other’s family isn’t the easiest task to accomplish, and making a good first impression can sometimes be difficult. I spent more and more time with Sam as I got older, and over the years she gradually warmed up to me. I had been quick to judge her, which I kind of regret. It’s obvious to me now that Sam is a caring, kind, and generous person, and I enjoy the time I spend with her!
I peeked back down at the necklace, which was still resting inside the paper-lined box. Tick-tock, tick-tock (onomatopoeia). Maybe this sister-in-law thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.