Personal Narrative Essay

The night felt like forever, I just wanted to get out of that apartment I did not want to stay there anymore. School that morning could not come soon enough, I hate school but anything to get me out of that situation I was ready to go. Once arriving at school I realized how hard it was going to be to focus. What kind of dad just ups and leaves? What is mom going to think about this? I should

I went to my room like a normal day. All the sudden my mom comes my to room and says “We are moving to Pennsylvania, how do you feel about that?”

Fear coursed through my body at the sound of those words. They normally only said that when we did something wrong. I tried to remember what I could have done wrong. We had not left the TV on, I was pretty sure my grades were good, and as far as my sister and I were concerned, we hadn’t done anything wrong. I didn’t know what to expect from them. Instead, they said something that had nothing to do with us, or at least us getting in trouble. It took me several seconds to figure out what they said, and too soon, I realised that the smile on my face did not reflect my feelings; when I finally caught the words, “Guys we are moving to DC”

I bursted out of bed on the shining morning because I didn’t hear my alarm go off for school. So I got all my clothes on and brushed my teeth. I had to hurry because if I have another tardy and am going to receive a detention for a whole week. I got on my very shiny blue bike and hurried to school on this shiny, colorful day. I finally got to school with one minute left. I hurried to my first class and i got in my seat right when the bell rang. Everybody was asking me why I was so sweaty. I told all of them the story ,but I had to stop talking because the teacher came in. After class my teacher asked why I am always late to class.

As I went in the classroom I tried not to look like I was crying while everyone was looking at me. As I sat down everyone started asking my name, and where I came from, and started calling me there best friend. When the day was over I went out and saw my grandpa and ran with joy! As we were walking home I was telling him all aboyut my day and how fun it

I opened my eyes and smiled. It was the first day of Middle School. I stood up and got ready. I rinsed my mouth and changed into my Middle School uniform for

Anyways, school didn’t mean much to me the only thing I could think about how excited I was because I have waited for this day for I don’t even know how long. School goes by in a flash and then we head to the library for Mrs.Cornek’s 7th period social studies class and just about 15 minutes into the class I see my mom but I didn’t think that it was her at first. At first I didn’t even realize her but I then figured it out after she was waving her hands up and down and screaming SAMMY J in front of all my friends and embarrassing me. I begin to wonder why she was here but not for long because I then hear the loudspeaker go off about 30 seconds after she arrived and it announces “ Can we have Sam Josselyn to the office prepared to leave.” All of my friend begin to ask me where am I going but I didn’t have an answer I had no idea. I rush out of the classroom excited I get to leave because it was a snore fest and I was so ready to leave the second I got there. I immediately run up to her and give her a hug and thank her for saving me. As we are walking to the car I ask her where are we going and she said we are going to get your nails done, get your hair done, get your makeup done, and your eyebrows. I don’t say anything not even a thank you just a really big excited smile that I only have gotten when I was 7 and got the American girl doll that I

I took of running, I was flying even. When I got home my mom was already there. As I entered my room I saw my mom who was sitting on the bed crying. My report card was in her hand.

My dad told me that I did good and that I held up well. So I walked back up to my room and went to sleep until the next morning. I awoke and my morning and the school day went just as the day before and I walked home and nothing terrible happened along the way. For the next week to week and a half I was asked questions at school about what had happened, I still am not quite sure how they found out. I avoided questions and changed topics every single time, and to this day I still only solemnly talk about it.

“What is wrong with these kids? There’ve been like three that got caught up in our plans already. This is ridiculous!”

My hopes started to rise that I would not have to say goodbye. “So you won’t be moving schools?”

It was the first day of school and for the past 5 years of elementary school i could sleep in because school started late but now school starts at 8:00 so I have to wake up early to get on the bus Over the summer i had moved to a new house and which meant i had to switch districts and now have to make new friends. Hopefully I wouldn’t get picked on because normally in my old school the new kids had always gotten picked on because they didn't know anyone and wouldn't have any friends. I quickly got up because i didn't want to be late on the first day of school.

The first class ended and I had to go to the next classes I didn’t know where they were so I asked my way around all day. During lunch time I didn’t know where to go so I sat by myself thinking what my friends in my old school where doing. Finally at 2:30 School ended and the first day in a new school ended. I got home and there was nothing to do, I was used to getting home and play soccer with my neighbors but I didn’t know anyone no more. I wish it was all just a dream and that I would wake up back to my old friends and home. The reality was that it was never going to happen.

I thought today was going to be the best day ever, but I was wrong. It was so close to the end of the day, my favorite part of the day. My teacher, Mr. Avey was saying something about math, but I wasn't paying attention. The only thing that I was paying attention to was the clock. Five, four, three, two, one the bell rang, “Yes!” I was so excited to get out of school. I had already made plans with my friends about what we are going to do over the weekend. I was so excited, when I got into the car my mom asked me to hand over my report card. She looks at it with a disgusted expression, “WHAT IS THIS!’ she yelled at me” “when we get home we are going to have a big talk about this with your dad, he is not going to be happy! When we got home my dad was there standing at the door with a mad expression on his face. “Please do not tell me that this is true,” he said, “IS IT!!!!” He yelled at me as loud as he can. Scared I dashed into my room and lock the door behind me. Thirty minutes later I came out of my room, my parents were sitting on the couch together looking at my report card with sad faces. I asked “can I take a look please?” my parents didn't even say a word they just handed it to me. I gulped, three F’s four D’s. I looked at them and said ‘i’m-i’m-i’m so sorry.”

It was a bright and sunny day, I just got off the bus and walk into the doors, where I was alone and terrified girl, thought I would get picked on, and made fun of but that didn’t happen. I walked down the hall to get to Mr.Vaught’s room, I walk into the classroom and it was dead silent no one was talking they were all just staring at each other, then the bell rang loudly and we had to do a paper for to get to know you, like we do when it is a new year because we have new people in the middle school that doesn’t know are names.