Narrative About Moving Away

Eri got the news that he had to move to a new school, he did not

Even though I didn't move far, the school change caused a lot of my previous

January 2015, I moved to Bothell, Washington from Kirkland, Washington. Moving to a new city means moving to a new school. I did not like that idea. I already had a bunch of friends in Kirkland, I couldn't just leave them out of the blue like that. Plus, it was in the middle of the school year.

Last year I received the news that my best friend was moving. We have known each other for ten years. We got separated when high school started, we still texted each other frequently. She tried for a whole year to convince her parents to let her transfer to Senior. Finally one day, her mom agreed and her sophomore year she was able to attend Senior. We got lucky and even had a class together, my mom said there wasn’t much of a chance but we got lucky. We had second hour World History together and it was a blast. One day we were sitting in World History, right next to each other of course, when she turned to me and said "Jenna...I'm moving."

I guess you could call me a package because I am constantly being shipped around-five countries, twelve houses, eight schools in sixteen years. Consistently moving every two or three years is a lot to handle but somehow I have figured out a way to make it work, especially when it comes to packing up my room. Most people pack their room in ten to fifteen boxes over the course of one to two weeks unlike me who takes over two months to pack three small boxes. It may seem like a small amount of belongings could fit into three boxes which is true but I have learned to appreciate memories over objects. This perspective is very different than many millennials; however it is a major part of me.

It was June 16th, 2008 and I was home with my grandma and my mom and dad came home. With a face that I have never seen before. My mom brought a baby boy named Zack. I heard my mom and dad talking about how my mom had to quit her job because she couldn’t put me in day care cause the weren’t taking care of me, and she had to take care of zack so she decided to quit her job to take care of us. Also heard my mom and dad in our small kitchen about not having space for Zachary. They had a conclusion we were going to move.

I pretended to read my book. For the past fifteen minutes, Nolan had been bothering me outside my window. He took advantage of the fact that my parents weren't home, yet. I didn't open the house door when he knocked, so he decided to come at my window, which was slightly ajar for ventilation, and he managed to stuck his head underneath it, not allowing me to shut the frame.

One day he came up to me and said, “Eddie, I'm moving to a new house and a new school.”

Yes! I had successfully escaped from the dreadful claws of death! I felt a sense of relief, but at the same time I felt more than anything fear. Fear of what comes next. I started hearing people from above screaming and yelling and shuffling. But I knew if I could escape from death, I can definitely survive and escape from this hell as well. I started feeling hopeful and prepared of whatever came to me until the walls started to shake. The walls then started shifting towards me with burning iron behind it. There was no way out or between the walls except the one way I feared the most… the pit. I knew that if I tried to jump over it I would die, and I knew that if I tried to resist the shifting of the walls, I would also end up dead. “Death,”

I had just gotten home from band practice, my body sweating, my legs sore. I saw my parents sitting in the illuminated kitchen; everything was silent. All I could hear was the faulty faucet, dripping every second. They stared at me and tried to speak, but they could not seem to get the words out. I felt hot, yet cold, as chills ran down my back. The response I received after asking what was going on determined my upcoming fate. I still recollect the day I found out, August 10, 2015, the day I realized everything was going to change.

"Don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me!" I belted out, moving around slightly in my seat as I went round the roundabout.

I just found out that my parents are making us move from Florida to Alaska. I feel so miserable. Saying goodbye to my wonderful friends will be hard and sad. I can not believe that we have to move all the way to the North, where it is cold and boring. I am scared that I will not meet any friends. I loved being in Florida, where I can play anytime I wanted to from sunrise to sunset. There will probably be no sunny beaches in Alaska. I’ll probably be stuck in a house while it is freezing and snowing outside in Alaska. I wish I did not have to move.

My emotions switched from happy to nervous and scared when my parents said that we’d be moving to Virginia when we were on vacation. I was so sad because I didn’t want to lose all of my friends and my home, but my family told me that we had to but might not be able to afford it and that made me slightly happier. When we returned to New Hampshire I made sure to not let anyone know that I was moving because I didn’t want them to be sad. Every day I would ask my parents, “Are we going to move or not?” and they always said, “Maybe.” One day my parents said, we probably won’t just yet.”I was so ecstatic that I told all my friends everything and they were very happy. Days passed quickly because I was still so relieved that I wasn't moving and I had been able to keep a secret from my friends until the secret no longer needed to be kept.

Something was clamped to her face! Straightway her eyes snapped open in surprise. After a moment, she realized it was a pair of hands and lips. Growling with exasperation, she shoved him off of her, onto the ground.

The walls were starting to close in Ash and Green were yelling,” We got to get out! We got to move!” They were spewing random ways to escape but there was no way out. The walls were ten feet high and barbed. It was the perfect trap. I screamed ,“It's no use there's no way out.”