Descriptive Narrative Story

As I jotted down the answer to my geometry homework, I felt the vibrations of the floor trembling beneath my feet from the deafening screams of my parents. I continued my work, as I go uninterrupted by the daily routine argument. One day, I didn’t hear the screaming anymore, which was one of the biggest abnormalities in this household. I slunk halfway down the stairs and stretched my neck over the banister to catch a glimpse of what had happened without getting caught. The next thing I knew my older brother was standing by my side, his curiosity piqued. My mom broke the silence by peering her head around the corner of the living room, her eyes locked onto mine. As my brother and my cover were blown, we walked gingerly to the couch and sat down. I watched my mom’s stone cold face quiver out the words, “We...are....divorcing”. My face froze as if I was in a cartoon show. I tried to

I creeped up to my parents bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. Taken back, I felt apprehensive, I didn’t know what to do or what to expect next. I ran to my big brothers room, leaping into his arms. My brother, Josh, began asking me what was wrong. Shaking and feeling distraught I began to explain what I had heard. I realized that the new barbie coming out was no long as important as how my life was about to change; my parents were going their separate ways. I was just six years old when my mother told me the words that no parents ever wants to say to their children. I witnessed my parents relationship devolve into constant tension. Each argument between them was agonizing, and a constant deafening silence filled my mind as my parents

I remember the day that we were taken away from our “family” just like it was yesterday. It happened after school on June 8th, 2011, a Wednesday. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun was blazing. It was so hot that our neighbors were swimming in an inflatable pool in front of the apartment. I was inside watching them and I wanted to go swimming as well, but our neighbors didn’t like us. Our mother and father wanted us to do it, probably because they wanted to do drugs like they used to, or still do. I don’t know. I still don’t understand why they did drugs. I stopped watching because it was like torture. Minutes later

It was the summer of 2004, my family and I went down to Iowa for my cousin’s grad party. She lived on a farm on the outskirts of a small town called Buffalo Center. I remember roaming the farm, chasing the barn cats, and watching the pigs feed.

The navy blue water was almost black and a smooth stone stretching toward the horizon. The horizon was barely visible, but the fading sunset was still barely visible. The moon was full and bright. Stars filled the sky and the water like holes in a black blanket. My feet were bare, but my body was covered with a short black dress that barely covering my upper thigh. The sand was soft and cool. It felt refreshing. I had no reason to move because I was content with the view I had. I stood where I was and looked out at the bright moon and the stone and the sky.

Coming off the bus from my first full week of middle school, I vividly remember the abnormal absence of cars in the driveway. Using the spare key under the “welcome” mat, I opened the door only to find an empty house with the lights still on, TV running, and cold leftovers. As an eleven year-old coming home to an unusually vacant house, panic flooded my body. Immediately, I sprinted to the home phone and frantically dialed my mother. The dissonance rings that followed as I hit the call button seemed to last a lifetime; my breath drew still as those consistent buzzes stopped and my mother's comforting voice answered “hello”. The pounding in my chest ceased, yet worry still overpowered my conscience. She explained that she and my father had to abruptly leave to

My sister and I were never close growing up. My sophomore year of high school we had changed our relationship, because both of us were maturing and growing up. I remember we loved to play UNO and on the night of January 15, 2013, we were doing just that, playing UNO. Dad was starting a new project at work soon so we were supposed to go to Lowe’s to get a tape measure and to McDonalds to get dinner, but my cousin called and said he needed money so dad sent her with his cash to give it to him. My mom’s biggest fear was something happening to me and someone questioning “well, where was your mother?” because she was and is an excellent mother. So we all left off: my mom to tend to my cousin, and dad, my sister, and I

My parents are like two equally charged magnets pushing each other away. I hear the birds laugh and chatter with each other outside and I am lost in thought. I always space out like this. After we are done with the food we sit down on the couch, all four of us and eat ice cream. Moose tracks. Yes! my favorite, and we watch TV. The 44 minute episode ends. My parents share a small glance, look away and start to talk. With sadness in her eyes my mom says “Kids, you know that we love you very much.”, “yup.” i say, and my stomach is full of rocks. My first thought is that someone died, as I always think when there’s that tone in my mom's voice. “Well, there’s something we need to tell you. This may be difficult.” “ok” i say “Then just tell us.” My brother looks impatiently around the room. “ Um well your dad - uh - tyler is going to be living somewhere else for a while and-” “We’re splitting up.” my dad cuts her off. I feel the earth drop under my feet. My whole entire life i have lived in fear of this moment. This is the worst feeling ever. I am shocked for a small moment and then my feelings come knocking at the front door. I taste a salty waterfall as the news starts sinking in. Then, I see my mom and dad are crying too. This was the first time i had seen my dad cry. All of the sudden, Zak stands up and storms out of the room. I hear a door slam, BANG and i

“Yeah go ahead and run Trinity!!! Run like you always do!” My mom slurred sloppily from the front porch. I sprinted toward South Mission Beach. As I ran further, I heard the screen door close with a loud clannnnng…my mom still yelling drunken nonsense in the distance. That was

I opened the brown, dull door and found a giant smile, stretched ear to ear with my grandma’s face sitting behind it. My grandparents rushed into our house and my grandpa gave me a hug so tight that I could barely breathe. After they got settled in, my parents tragically walked out the door with their tightly-packed suitcases. My brother and I gave them each a huge hug before they speeded away for a serene vacation. My grandparents sat on the old grey sofa and bombarded my brother and I with questions about our current life. It was time for dinner and instead of the gourmet meals my parents usually prepare, Evan and I gorged on toaster-oven chicken fingers and microwave mac-and-cheese, the only meal my grandmother could perfect. I got ready to go to sleep and sat on my bed, deep in thought. I pondered on what my parents were doing, what they were eating for dinner, and what fancy hotel they would be staying at. I was happy that they finally caught a break from their stressful lives, but I also could not wait for them to return. Days passed by, and each day followed the same routine; Evan and I went to school, came home, did homework, ate dinner, and went to bed. On Wednesday afternoon, I came home and my brother was watching a basketball game, clenching the remote in his left hand. I complained that he was watching too much television and he fought back with explaining that he was older and had

I spent the days reading and sleeping and doing homework. It was about as exciting as the Republican National Convention, well, the homework anyway. The books were the most interesting part, but you can’t spend all of your time reading books, right? Anyways, after quite a bit of thinking and debating with myself, I came to the completely logical conclusion that the best way to alleviate my boredom would be to make bread, because the best thing to do when you are bored is obviously to do something that involves a lot of sitting around and doing nothing.

I had woke up to the tranquility of a Sunday night there was a slight breeze, It was May 29th, 2016 around eight p.m. I was alone and confused in a poorly, lit living room. I stared into these white walls that were so bright it felt as if you were staring into snow, I was stuck and could only think, “I just have to organize all my things for tomorrow before I fall back asleep.”  I sat there on my couch tired from the late night before. I felt time was ticking as the sun faded with each second, I prepped my things for work the next morning. When I had finished with organizing my belongings I sat back onto my black couch that was so stiff it felt as if you were laying on a walk board from a pier. The first thing I did was grab my phone. At

“Chick come on tell us!” Mondo yelled at the blonde haired blackmailer as she stood under a tree as the other students ran laps on the track. The baseball star also yelled at her.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.

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