Calabasas: A Fictional Narrative

My parents hired painters to paint the walls grey to match the pink and grey theme I had going on in the room. My dad bought me a grey bookcase to match the theme of my room because he knew how much I loved reading. I did not ask for a new bookcase, but he said it was a “moving in” gift. The bookcase was quite larger than my old one, with 5 horizontal shelves to store all my books. My room was on the smaller side, but it made me very cozy. As I lit a Lake Sunset candle in my room, I started to unpack some of my boxes. First came all my movie collections that I put under the tv stand, then all my makeup, then my books. As I started to put the books away, ‘The Berenstain Bears' Moving Day’ fell off the stand and to the ground. As I picked up the book, page 12 was open. The page read, “I hated the process of moving. But after the first day of school, everything was fine. I am happy we moved because I have meet new people and have had made new memories.” My mind started to clear up. My mom used to read this book to me every night before I went to bed. I would never have known that this would relate so much to my life now. I started school yesterday and I have already met so many cool people. Everyone was so welcoming and this girl named Rachel even let me sit at her lunch table. I think I was overreacting over the whole situation because it hasn’t been so bad. I am excited for the

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

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

Last time I talked about it’s about a boy, and his name is Terry. He is 14 years old and lives in Cleveland, Ohio. He lives in an old white house at the end of a cracked bumpy road and is the only home on that block. Terry’s parents didn’t really care about what he did. His dad is a mechanical and a carpenter. I really don’t know what Terry’s mom does, but all I know is they go on business trips in the U.S. He has a routine going to work mowing lawns, goes home to eat, and goes to bed. Except one day when he woke up it was quiet and his parents got in a

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

I thought she would laugh, but she didn’t. We were eating dinner together. My sister and dad were out to a movie. It was quiet, peaceful inside the house. My mother said, “You could be good at that.” When I asked her why she felt that way, she smiled. She said, “I know you’re always telling stories in your head.” She surprised me. I asked her if she thought my sister could be a writer and she said, “Not in the same way.” I wanted her to talk more about who she thought I could be, but my dad and sister came home. My dad was mad that we hadn’t made enough dinner for him, that we hadn’t thought to turn on the porch light, that the pesto had been left on the counter, that he always had to clean up after us.

As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn 't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn 't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the

Sarah Black is a 21 college girl who is smart and nice. She lives an apartment that Is near her college. She is a busy girl and a hard working girl. She does her best to success and not disappoint her parents. She came from a small town called Rod Ford where she was a small girl and who got bullied by everyone and no one liked her, she always goes home without telling her parents anything and keeps the pain in herself without telling anyone. She lived a depressing life and thought of giving up until one day she said why to give up my life I didn’t do anything wrong, why do I have to blame myself, at that moment she decided to start over and told her that I am going to study and become a successful person and make my parents proud. She

It had been a long tiring day ,my sister and i had gone to our mimi’s house for the day. She took us to see the movie in side out, my sister balling at the end. We also when out to eat at ihop, and shopping. My parents slept all day so they wouldn’t be tried to drive all night to Colorado and get there at about noon. We didn't leave until about 1 or 2 am, but I couldn't sleep I was to excited. Every time I closed my eyes eyes they just bursted open again. I was to excited to start driving, “can we go yet?” An hour of waiting, listening to the clock tick, we finally left! My sister watched frozen over, and over, and over again i think i heard let it go a milion times! I looked out the window, staring at the sea of green

One day Talia was called to go to the office . Her mom was waiting for her and told Talia she had to go home right away. In the car Talia mom was talking that both of them had to move across country to California because Talia’s mom has a job offer and they will pay her a lot. When they got home they immediately packed some stuff and went to the airport . When they got there and Talia mom’s job had also offered them a big house. Talia was going to

It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

I jumped out of my bed like a missile and looked out the window so fast that I almost hit my head in the window. I watched all the cars that was passing by. My uncle came to my room and asked me “what is happing here?” he looked at my calendar it was Saturday the day that my dad comes back. “Jonny, I have to talk to you” I looked at him and walked on my bed towers him. He sat on my bed and explained to me that my dad had lied to me that he’ll come back because that sound that I heard at night was your dad fighting with your mom for me, she herds that my dad was mad at me just for a slice of bread so my parents divorced. I looked at my uncle’s eyes, my heart almost stopped, tears slide down my face. I was in my room crying for my dad to come back for 2 hours. Nothing was the same without my dad. When I came back home from school, I cried “I’m here dad … oh” I was alone with my uncle. All the paintings that me and dad were on my wall, I used my step stole to take down the pictures and put it in a shoebox. I could not believe that he abandon me…by a

It was a nice building. The carpeting was handmade by Mrs. Dela. She was the old woman that lived on the first floor with her husband, Mr. Dela. Every morning, they were found outside watering the flowers. Mrs. Dela especially took pride in the tree that casted a shadow above the building. My mom always had something cooking in the kitchen, and my dad was always home before 5:30. My brother, tall and masculine, would pride himself on his athletic ability. My best friend Curly, lived in the building as long as I did. He was one day older than me and he never let me live it down. He always had his hand running through his curly, jet black hair and his goofy smile never failed to cheer me up. His mom was a nice woman. She worked a lot because Curly’s dad left them. He was an only child, so we spent most of our time together. When we were about five a new kid moved in. His name was Benny. Benny was a boy of few words, unlike Curly who never shut up. He moved in with his mom, stepdad, and two step sisters. Benny was a good listener. Curly and I talked and talked, and he would just listen. And everything was okay. Until…

At first glance, Dr. Brenda DoHarris’ Calabash Parkway appears to be a novel about a Guyanese woman meeting an old friend from her native land, in New York, after several years. Upon further reading, the novel has resilient records of feminism in the protagonists Agatha, Evadne, and Gwennie. The three are emasculated by poverty, neglect, and abuse. Living in a masculinized country the three women refuse to succumb to their struggles of life. These powerless characteristics of the three young women are overcome after immigrating to New York and Canada.

Yeah mom be right there. I wonder what she wants probably just to tell me she was going somewhere I thought as I walked out my door into the living room. So what do you want I said as I walked into the the living room which was a small room with gray walls and little in it but a old tv and a almost destroyed couch which my mom and dad were sitting On. and a old christmas tree that I know no presents would ever go under. well my dad said in his low rough voice with a worried face on him. I just got a new job in san Francisco And me and your mom wanted to talk to you about what's going to happen. My mom began to speak we know you don't like change but this is a very important moment for are family because of this new job your dad got we can finally start living again and you don't have to sit in your room all day and do nothing. So are you ok with moving to san Francisco Noah. I was so annoyed at them at that moment that I wanted to yell at them but instead I just said no calmly and walked slowly back to my room thinking they would say something but they never did or got to. Once I was back in my room I locked the door and sat down on my bad and though of things to do and