A Story About Moving Away Essay

Mary and her family were forced to move in April and were told, “You can only take what

As I went downstairs the tone of the room felt hot, humid, and empty. Hot, because of the burning Atlanta temperatures of ninety-eight degrees or higher. Humid, caused by the broken air conditioning and affecting the density of the atmosphere. Finally empty. The furniture was missing and minimal sounds can bounce off to make echoes. I was departing from a place that I called home. I lived at the address 353 Leisure Court for almost a year; the identity of the street brings back smiles to my face because of its pleasantry. Living here has made me feel secure like a dog to his owner. Moving away from this security brought feelings of uncertainty. My lack of confidence was about the new beginnings my family would experience after the move. But

Stella very giddy covered the mouthpiece of the phone and said, “The Eastern Symposium of Bishops and Cardinals and certain heads of the Roman Catholic Church. A hole opened up in the roof of their rectory where they were hosting their symposium and in order not to cancel church services they asked if we could host the event in our café.”

“So you’re gonna have to stay here okay?” My eyes flitter to the man talking and I feel a twinge of fear because I don’t know him at all.

“Sierra, Sierra, Sierra! Get up! Come on! We need to go!” Thats my sister, Skyler an annoying 10 year old that can’t wait to go to DisneyLand. “Skyler it’s 6 o’clock we’re not leaving till 10.” Is what I say with my mean, just woke up voice, but if you knew Skyler you would know that she always gets her way. I get up from the my bed made out of blankets and the creaking boards beneath me. I go and wake up my grandma. She tells me “Wake me up at 9.” I say okay and shut the door.

One thing that I wish to never happen was when I had to move away from Pearl. We moved away so me and my mother could live closer to my grandparents. We now live in a trailer in my grandparent's backyard. I miss my friends and my old house a lot. I really wish we never moved to begin with because now I never see my friends since they are so far away.

My older brothers never laughed about anything, they had zilch to be thrilled about. What they did have is a secret hiding place, at the closing of the property; bushes they shaped into an igloo. It was there they consumed drugs together, in fact, it was the only flight they had from their abuse. None of my elder brothers had any allies they could play with, or bring to our house, both Keith and Ron were constantly bullied during school. Plagued with the handicap is dyslexia, my parents went wrong to not conceive there was a problem, assuming laziness resulted in failing scores in school. Communicating to our father was non-existent and grew stronger than with mother, and within the stories she constantly embedded are nothing more than brainwashing tactics,

We finally arrived to the place we were going to the train was really full and we could barely breath. Nicole my parents and I were bunched up together and as we were getting off there was a man yelling to get in lines. This man pushed me nicole and away from our parents they were screaming our names but the men didn’t let us go back with them. They took a left with a lot of other people and we went to the right. Nicole was scared and i told her to calm down. We went through this room where they made us take off all our our close and the guards were screaming at us and to take our close off it was horrible. I decided to listen and i told Nicole to listen too because we didn’t know what they could have done to us if we didn’t take of our cloths.

We were just laying there, on the bed, holding each other so tight. I felt his breath on my ear, and I felt his stomach moving up and down slightly, from his breathing. My head was propped against his chest. Our legs were intertwined. We said nothing, the both of us were just enjoying each others company. It was nice no speaking involved, just holding on to one another. It felt like such an intimate embrace. His skin was so soft, except for the little bit of stubble on his face. His lips on my head felt like if you had the softest silk blanket rubbing against your freshly shaven skin. It all felt so perfect, us just being there together. Only us, no distractions, it felt like nothing could ever tear us apart.

Now there was two . I go back to the car to give Khady her bags so she can leave the party . As soon as she left , we start back walking to the party everyone starts running from the party so we run too . We run for about a good 12 seconds and then everybody stops . As we stop we start walking back towards the party thinking everything is okay but it's not . SHOTS RING OUT !!! Everything is now in slow motion .Everybody is running like huge pits are behind them . As Lexi and I run to my car like Usain Bolt , my keys are hanging down my neck and I forgot that my keyless remote entry no longer works . We both get to my vehicle and I fumble to get the right key for about six seconds. As soon as we both got in as slammed my door shut so fast as

During the summer of last year, I traveled overseas to meet relatives, I saw many things and had fun while I was there. Although that month was packed with traveling, but the trip itself did not contain the beauty of the trip. It was the moment that I saw the tan orange house that I have seen so many times did felt that the trip was coming to an end. The sight of the window on window made dream about the wonders of reaching my room and the comforts of it. Once the car is parked, the next thing I knew I was getting out of the car, heading towards the door, walking up the stair and went into the room that was so inviting, and calming. The flow of time seemed to have stopped in the room while I was on the trip, all of the books on the shelf hasn’t

It was early in the morning and I was jumping around ready to go. I packed my bags

I regret wearing my jacket the moment Mom and I step outside. The sun’s rays are scorching against my skin, and I soon begin to pant from the heat. For only being three hours away from my home, the climate has changed drastically. I’m used to cooler days and jeans, not extremely warm days and shorts.

When I was 13 I moved to a ghostly but extraordinary town. The town was so small and there were fields as far as the eye could see. It only had one 2 room movie theater, a walmart and some very old and very run down looking stores. Main St. was not like the Main St in Denver, not even close. In Denver Main St. had Victoria Secret, Burlington Coat Factory, Kay Jewelers and so many restaurants you couldn't keep count. However my new Main St. had nothing even comparable to that. All it has is a couple antique shops, a liquor store, a bowling alley and a salon for hair and nails. I had no idea what I just signed myself up for. We moved into a 1 and a half bath, 3 bedroom, 2 story house with a spider infested basement , no heat and all

Mary has had a hard life, she has seen how hard can be, she has a clinically depressed son, and a paralyzed husband and during the long drive back from the hospital whith her son in the back seat, she think about how her life has turned out to be. The story is told by a