A Short Story : An Unregrettable Mistake?

It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice

My sisters and I all squished together on the small couch. So finally after what felt like twenty years, mom and dad said “We’re moving”. My stomach dropped. I loved this house, it was the only house I could remember living in, it was home. ”Where are we moving to?” I managed to say, hoping it would be across the street or something close. “Georgia!” she said with a soothing smile and hope and excitement in her eyes. Of course I didn’t want to move, especially out of state, my nine year old self was devastated, and before I knew it boxes were

My mother sat down with my sister and I, and told us that ultimately, the four of us would have to move because we were being forced to sell our home. I accepted this decision, not comprehending fully how far away I would actually be. I could not grasp the idea that I would be leaving the people I was with since I could walk. Everything I went through and everything I did was with them. All the memories we made on the street would slowly fade, but be kept forever. Moving day, I knew deep down that I had to be strong throughout this new development in my life. I was moving to a place where I didn’t know anyone, where I did not know what school I would be going to, or if I would have neighbors just like the ones in Southington. I climbed into my father's truck, not knowing what would happen from then on. I was surrounded by my all neighborhood friends, all in tears. I remember feeling fearless, ready to take on anything life would throw at me. As one of my close friends walked up to the truck with tears in her eyes, I looked at her with reassurance that everything would be

My favorite mistake was having curiosity, the curiosity to experience something for the first time. Curiosity is a beautiful thing that can do great things or do things that can change your life. I have done a lot of mistakes that were caused by my urge to see what would happen if… or I wonder…. This particular mistake was just one that you can never really forget ,but if you did something would remind you. My mistake was having the curiosity of riding a roller coaster.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Ruined. The pieces of glistening glass marked the area of the incident. It had all happened so quickly, too quickly for them to engage and avoid what had happened. Tim and Gina were only on the road for ten minutes when the crash occurred. Silence took over as soon as it happened. The bricks of the wall that they hit had collapsed. Both were still, not a muscle moved. The foot wells now held the wedding hat that had fallen off from the impact of the haul and John’s tie that he had spent forever perfecting had become scruffy. It was their son’s big day, his wedding day, why did it have to happen to them?

“Moving again?!” I exclaimed. My mom had announced this at the end of the month of February. Throughout my fourteen years of life, I could not keep count with my fingers of how many times we have moved. On the other hand, I understood her decision to move from Birch Bay to Bellingham. Besides, my brother and I were going to school there and all our friends were there, too. Not to mention the drastic change in our family’s way of life, after a couple of months of hauling us from one place to another, on top of my mom working a full-time job, everything was way harder for her especially now that she is a single parent. One late night during one of our many hauls to home, I was suddenly awakened from an emergency maneuver my mom made to

The questions I had been asking for the past week would now be answered. My parents, my sister, and I piled into our two vehicles and headed down to Iowa City. The two-and-a-half-hour car ride was incredibly quiet except for the occasional sniffle from my mom. The move in process went incredibly smoothly. My family and Josie’s family helped in every way they could to set up our room, soothing my anxiety. After everything was set up my family went to dinner. Then it was time to say goodbye. I knew how it was going to go, my mom and my sister would start crying when they hugged me, and my dad would give me a fist bump and say good luck. In less than five minutes, I went from being a dependent of my parents to an

As my mother entered the house after being gone all day, I could see it in her face, she had bad news. She wipes a tear and says, “We won’t be able to stay here any longer.” At first I understood this as her telling us we would have to move once again, another house, same city, no big deal. I had grown to be used to this kind of news. I was correct in the sense that we were moving, but this move would not be like the previous moves we had made. My mother then went on to explain that we would have to move in with my grandma who lived in Erie, Illinois.

I was confused, but that was soon overpowered by how excited I was.We never had family meetings, so, I thought that whatever we were going to talk about would be fun news, such as vacation, or plan that we were making. Instead, I only heard the three worst words that could have been said, “We are moving,”. A million things were going through my mind at once, where, when, why, what about my friends, I don't want to. No one made a noise at first, my brother, sister, and I all sat there silent, in shock. I looked down onto the soft beige couch, because I couldn’t let my family see the warm tears rolling down my face. “No, I don’t want to.” said my six year old brother. He was only in first grade, so moving to a new school would barley affect him. In that moment I was only thinking about myself, I was going to lose all my friends, sports teams that I had been with for years, even something like my room. My dad explained to us that we had to move closer to his work, the drive was becoming to far for him, and it would make things easier. At this point I couldn’t hold my feelings in any longer, my life had just changed completely in just one

In 2016, this thought filled my brain as I yelled my cries of pain. In the background, foreign screams filled my ears.

Moving is hard for anyone, especially if you’ve lived most of your life in one certain place. I dreaded the words coming out of my mother’s mouth. I didn't know what lie ahead. On the other hand, it turns out we're moving to buy a house, this is the first time we ever bought a house we usually just rent them. I was familiar with the house my Uncle Jimmy used to live there. I was just reluctant to leave all that I knew behind and start all over. I know that I was only eleven years old at the time of this “big” move, but it felt like it was happening all so fast. No one likes being the new girl at school.

Everyone makes mistakes and most people learn from them. Some mistakes that we make either make us better or makes us worser. I have made so many mistakes and i have also lives a crazy 17 years. I was always moving from place to place with different people all the time, I never had a stable home or a stable school. when i was 15 years old i made one of the biggest mistakes that i ever made. When i was 15 years old we finally settled in a house that we lived in for almost a year. i was a sophomore in high school at that moment. I was going to a high school at that moment. I was going to a high school that had a really bad reputation but i had no other choice. I was always a straight A student and was always attending classes and school. Until

Mistakes have the power to turn you into something better than you were before. Mistakes are inevitable it’s like being born once it has happened it’s impossible to stop. My mistake was wondering if I should go visit my mom while she was in the hospital. It had been five years while we were waiting for the surgery during those years of waiting she was getting worse by the day. Eventually she had to wear an oxygen tank all the time just to help her breath.