Personal Narrative: Hawaii

of the bathroom I was still crying, one teacher saw me and just laughed. I don't know what my mom did

“I know I’ve been a terrible father and person in general, but I will see my daughter.”

Maui, Hawaii, is a beautiful island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, it’s an amazing vacation spot. Most families come to Maui for its island zipline, snorkeling with the sea turtles and riding horses through the island. A lot of people get married on Maui and stay there for there for their honeymoon.

I stood in the line that seemed to stretch for a mile long, cell phone in one hand, turkey leg in the other. Inch by inch, I slowly moved forward until I finally reached my destination: the famous Space Mountain roller coaster ride.

“And it took over a week before I finally got an apology.” A long week full of emotional breakdowns, crying as well as Tia and Mrs. Sorun demanding me not to give in, but I won’t be beginning those small details up.

She gasped. Later that day, my friend pretended to be a ragdoll and fell out of his seat. I jumped up out of my seat and slid across the teacher's desk. She sent me out into the hallway and made me call my mom. I got avenged by my friend. He started jacking around and shouted curse words at the teacher. Meanwhile, my teacher was so caught up with trying to get my friend under control, I was stranded in the hallway. My mom told me to behave and then she hung up. I asked pointlessly,

“One of my friends daughters was like you except she wasn't so lucky.....anyway I hope you have learned a valuable lesson from all of this and won't do it again.”

“Shawn have you ever heard of Hawaii?”, my father asked while we sat down for dinner. At that moment I already knew what was about to happen. My parents had been “joking around” recently about moving but I could tell that the jokes were progressively getting more and more serious, and this scared me. “No” I replied trying to avoid the subject. “Well it’s an amazing place, and your dad just scored a job transfer there and me and him are pretty set on it now.” I was distraught, I didn’t even want to think about leaving all of my friends and family that lived in texas.

My mom didn’t yell again, she just gave me a fierce look and stiffly began walking out the school to her car. I followed behind and sat in the car. I was still angry as I took a sip from my water bottle. Without saying one word to each other, my mom started the car and we made our way to Ashley’s school.

“Momma, I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry you're going through this. I’m sorry daddy left. I’m sorry you weren’t able to fulfill your dreams. I’m sorry for not saying sorry sooner and that I love you. Regardless of what you did to me, I forgive you. I pray you can forgive me also.” She kissed her mother on the forehead and gave her a warm, tight hug she only dreamed of. She grabbed her hands. “I won’t allow you to suffer.”

My brother then told me, “Now say sorry to them, but say it like you mean it.”

I honestly did not think much of taking my moms jacket I had planned on returning the jacket so I did not think of it as stealing. To continue, I snuck out after (The corner of the street) I stole my mother's fur coat and went outside to meet my friends. We went to the house in front of me and rung the doorbell and ran to the side of the neighboors house and did the same to every house on my street. One of the houses we rung was this lady and her bestfriend and they both came outside with a baseball bat and can of febreze (the bottle was blue). I thought it was hilarious when the lady came outside with a can of febreze because all I could think of was her spraying it at us and then realizing that it would do nothing but make us all smell like

"It was not your fault," Maddox tone was harsh, but words barely above a whisper. "I'll not hear it again."

I ran to the kitchen, and when my mom looked at me, she didn't seem surprised. She asked me if I was going to school in my pajamas. She told me I couldn't teach kids when I was in my pajamas. I nearly fainted when I heard that come out of her mouth.

Mum just kept telling me to think of that poor checkout girl, about what she must have gone through, about the damage I must have caused. She was right about that as well. I’d just imagined that what I was doing was almost victimless, but it wasn’t like I expected it to be. It wasn’t like it is in