by: Breeanna Wilson
The elite: What is it exactly? Before I explain, let me start from the beginning. I was
placed in a family of talent. We were all fortunate enough to be able to do whatever task was
placed in front of us, but like most people, we had our fortes.
Terry is my older brother, and he is a singer. His voice wasn't like the kind you find on
American Idol where they would just steal your heart away with that one falsetto note. Nor was
his voice the kind where when he would sing and you would feel chills run from your feet to your
shoulders either. His voice was unique. Anyone who heard it would most likely describe it as that
distinct artist on your iPod that you always want to put on replay. Terry’s style was different, and
that was what had made him stand out from the rest of those stereotypical pop singers.Terry
was three years older than me. When I was an incoming freshman, I had him keep me in the
loop of this foreign world called “high school”. He has been through it all; the drama, the “popular
group”, the troublemakers, and even the students who would make high school their new home,
bringing blankets and coming in sweats, constantly studying and doing all they can to keep their
GPA Stanfordworthy. He was my compass, not only to high school, but also to the goal I was
destined to achieve.
Terry knew that I was a girl who wanted to be successful. I was a born leader, and even
better; I was actually good at it. For example, when I was little, my ballet teacher would tell my
mom how if she were even to come five minutes late to class, she would also enter that tiny
studio classroom only to find me at the front of the classroom, music on, leading the classroom
in opening exercise. Not because I was assigned to, but because class technically started at five
thirty on the dot, and I would want everyone to be prepared for a full lesson....