Divorce Narrative

LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying

"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.

I was going to Brentwood Middle School when I got the news. I was just starting to find my friend group. Then I was told I would be transferring to a new group of schools. I would be moving 20 minutes down the road into a little town called Nolensville. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would have to transfer schools again after I finished my freshman year. During my sophomore year of high school, I began at Nolensville. This school and town have changed me in ways I never thought it would.

Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would

Have you ever had to move to a place and didn’t want too or even couldn’t do anything about it? Having to make new friends? No way. In life things changes a lot and I didn’t think things would change so drastically at such a young age. I’ve been living in Iowa for my whole life and I had thought I would be living there for the rest of my life. That was my city, I had grown up with the most fantastic kids who I went to school with since preschool. I knew like every kid in my grade or near my grade because that’s how long I lived there, to know a lot of locals. Iowa City was a place I was born at, it was a place I knew that was home because I was so used to everything around my surroundings. There are many mistakes I’ve made in my life, yet

We all had to relate to the new neighbors, schools, and state in general. We ain’t really have much when we moved so we had to make the best of what we got. Not having a lot caused some rifts between us but it made us have a stronger bond in the end. Being raised in an environment that was little but so loving than moving to a different environment that was big but not as loving shaped me tremendously as a person. After going through all of that I realized that there is always going to be something better whether it is a car or a house, but you can’t be happy until you love what you got. Once I realized that I became a better person in all ways whether it was how I treat my mother or how I handle stressful

While living in Oak Forest my life was as simple as it could be, I had many friends and family there with me so I always was able to do fun activities with my friends. School was very simple and easy, I didn't have much homework and I had a good amount of friends there. I was very content with my life at the time, then it happened. My mother tells us that we are moving to Orland Park which I couldn't believe. The only bright side I could see of the situation was that I knew some friends from Orland Park so that meant that I wouldn't be all alone. Other than that I was devastated, I was leaving the place where I've spent 13 years of my life in, the only home I've ever known so of course there are going to be emotions all over the place for everyone in my family.

Assignment two was a personal narrative and I choose to write about the time I found out my parents were getting a divorce. I found out this information spring junior year. This assignment was very difficult for me to write, I struggled with writing my feelings on the paper. Throughout my writing career I have never been good at writing personal essays. Although, I struggled with writing my ideas on paper. I succeeded in giving sensory details and being able to create good dialogue between characters .While I feel my personal narrative made strong use of dialogue, sensory detail, and the overall idea. An essay can always be revised and edited. I needed to work on making sure my tenses are the same throughout, adding descriptions of characters,

At the beginning of my 8th grade school year, I wasn't ready for change. I had lived in Crystal Lake, Illinois my whole life until l that point. I was forced to drop everything that I had held dear in that town and I moved to Highland Park, Illinois. I was frightened by the transition and this is most demonstrated in my first day at my new school. As we rolled up to the sidewalk and my

A fellow retired Marine my father had worked with offered him a job in Charleston, South Carolina. Of course I had heard of Charleston, and visited there a few times, but I never really thought of it as a place where people actually live. I most definitely never saw myself actually living there. I was perfectly content with my friends, and life in Havelock, North Carolina. The reality of the situation though was that I was moving to South Carolina and there was nothing I could really do about it. This was the first move that really hit me. I thirteen years old, so I really understood the fact that I was leaving my friends and I would probably never see them again. We arrived in South Carolina in July and were actually going to be living in Goose Creek, which is about twenty minutes outside of Charleston. School started in August so I had some time to use to the environment but I still knew absolutely no one. I was going to start my first day of eighth grade knowing absolutely no one. That was the main obstacle I had to overcome. My eighth grade year was not the best one out there, I spent most of my time trying to figure out ways I could move back to North Carolina. I did not make many friends, so that made the situation a little bit harder. I did however find a friend, Georgia who made the second half of my eighth grade year a lot easier. It was definitely hard to get use to the fact that I did not

After, the move, I realized I would have to change high schools I had planned on going to. My mother told me I was going to Sidney Lanier high school. I came up with every excuse in the book to try to convince my mother to let me go to Jefferson Davis high school instead. J.D. is where all my friends I grow up with

divorced I was four. For most kids this is tragic, but i got see my dad and my mom just not at the same time. One day my mom got a call they told her that my dad was in jail. My mom drove us there we went to talk to my dad. He was in orange when we saw him I wondered why he was there. Then I started crying there was glass between us. I put my hand on the glass and so did he then he started crying then a guard said visiting time was over. So we left we went home.

On May 5th, 2013, my parents dropped the bomb on my two brothers and I that they were divorcing. I, at the time, couldn’t seem to understand why they were divorcing. They argued, a lot, but they always got over it and things always went back to normal. That’s why it was so surprising to me that they were splitting up. To be honest, I didn’t know much about divorces, so I didn’t know what to expect and it scared me. January 16th, 2014, is the day the divorce was final.

However, I felt like this place was home but at the same time the new place did not feel like home. As the days past by, I began to feel like I started to become one with the school. But I knew that I would not be able to form a bond like I had with my friend’s at my first school. I was prepare for that due to the fact that I had been with my friends my whole life. I also knew that going to a new school also meant that I would basically have to start a new life. Which meant that I would have to change my lifestyle and how I act around people. The thing that I discovered that would continue to drive is a best friend that continues to push me and keep in mind that my friends would still continue to be my friends.

I was living in Raleigh, North Carolina until my mom made a big decision. Shortly after my step dad had passed away, she wanted to move closer to Charlotte. Less than 30 minutes away from the big city, we settled in Concord, North Carolina. I lost my dad and I was disconnected from my family and friends. I was forced to start over from the very beginning, which included going to a new school. Being the new kid is the worst. I would rather be home-schooled for the rest of my life. Since that was not an option, I sucked it up and went. After the first day, I had already made new friends and they were considered the “popular” kids around. We did everything together, from sitting next to each other in class to eating together. I spent so much time with them I was not interested in meeting other classmates. Soon I forget my friends that I said I would miss so dearly. My new school and friends weren’t so bad, until I heard what they really had to say about me.