Personal Narrative: A New Change

A smile spreads on my mom’s face. Before she can act, I speak. “How can you do this to your only daughter?! How!? Why!?”

“Mandy, your dad and I have something we need to talk to you about.” Being the bright-eyed eight year old I was, I would have never suspected what was going to escape my mom’s lips next.

“My mom and sister are arguing and I feel like something bad is going to happen!” I said while my eyes were puffing up with tears.

"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get

Towards the end of my 8th grade year my mom told me that we would be moving again, but this time to a whole other state. Once again my heart dropped and I was devastated. I told my closest friends and they all cried with me. They threw me a little going away party and I hung out with my best friend from my old school before I left. I didn’t want to relive being the new kid again but I didn’t have much of a choice since I didn’t want to live with my

"No!" "We need to check in before we do anything!" My father yelled at us. "Wait here." He

“I’m not going to say I didn’t see this coming, there is always something, just like your mother.” said my dad with a giggle under his breath.

“Hey Jen,” my dad greeted as he evaded the ceiling fan, “are you okay? Mom and I are worried about how you’re processing the move to Minnesota. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Can I take your order?” Tthe waitress asked. I told her I was waiting for my father and that we would order when he arrives . As she walked away, I glanced at my phone, and then the window; Dad was pulling into the parking lot. I immediately knew it was him because , as he was driving his bright red Polaris Slingshot. I went outside and greeted him, asked him the usual questions (“How’s the vehicle holding up?”, “How are the dogs?”, etc.).

“H-hey Dad I have something crucial to talk to you about, I really need to say this and I can’t have you half

“Who cares what the people from church will say mom. I really do not care about anything right now but what my dad will say?”

It is a sunny yet chilly, Sunday in the month of March. The earth is awake, but I am able to fall asleep while standing. My family and I have just come back from a vacation to Gulf Shores. It may have been fun, but the excitement has gone away only leaving me exhausted. As my dad pulls up to my mom’s house, I can see her waiting for us. My siblings and I hug my dad good bye and sprint to greet my mom. Immediately after squeezing us to death with a hug, she tells us she has some news to share. Although curious to know if it was good or bad, I do not ask.

My lips press into a firm line as a negative thought crossed my mind, “Haha. Why didn’t you come earlier? You know my dad gets mad when people come over too late.” They just shrug it off and really say nothing. They beg me to ask my mom if I could come over. After a minute or two, I give in and ask.

“Oh! Nicole honey,” my Mom says going back to the kitchen and coming back to the stairs with a to do list, “Could you go out and get the things from the store,” she goes back to the kitchen to get her wallet she

My parents came next to me and my mom said with a soft voice " were going to get