Personal Narrative: It Ll Be Back To Normal By Christmas

My story isn't quite special really, although I have lived under some unique circumstances. My mother was a single parent raising my little sister and I until she married my Stepdad in 2007. I was five at the time and had no father figure until then. From that time on he became my dad. Our new family moved twice before living in a small city where we stayed for 6 years. This is where I made close friends, achieved academic excellence, went to church regularly, life was great or so I thought. What seemed to be our perfect life was turned upside down as hard times fell upon us. I was now the oldest of five younger siblings, my mom wasn't healthy, and my dad had to struggle to keep things going.

The day was February 11, 2007. I had just woken up. I went to my closet to get ready for the day, threw on some clothes and went into the kitchen. The day was dark, the atmosphere had an unusual dreariness to it. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for my brother, cousin and I. That is when the phone rang. Every day, every hour that phone rings. I never thought my mom ever gets off of it. My mom picks up the phone and it was like a movie, someone calls and receives horrible news and drops the phone from shock. That was this scenario. My mom could not get off the phone any quicker. She calls for everyone to hurry up and get in the car, dressed or in pajamas. I knew something was terribly wrong, did my father die from a plane crash, or did my grandma fall?

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

My father finally spoke up and said abruptly, we are moving to California. I said what!. That answer moving to California, was almost equal to my uncle telling me "Your Sister Jackie is dead." I knew that my girlfriend, my anchor on earth was disappearing from my life. And now she was gone, 35 days after I lost my sister. My earth angle, I dreamed of being my wife was gone. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up, how could all this be happening to me. Despair sit like a stone in my stomach, like concrete boots dragging me toward what felt like my inevitable end. "I'm not going to make it. "I was in a state of melancholy depression.Laced with a fatal sense of my own wretchedness. I was fourteen years old and felt like I was

Due to my parents’ divorce, an unfortunate rift has been created in regards to my family life. However, bad things can always become good, and I have been able to turn this into a good thing. I have learned to care for myself, and at a young age, this is becoming rarer and rarer these days. I am able to cook, clean, do laundry, shop, and provide for myself. Many days have been spent by myself with a home to take care of, giving me many responsibilities that the average teenager would not need to worry about. This has prepared me for college life as well as beyond in the eventual real world I will find myself in. This fierce independence has shaped everything, from my personality to my daily life and

As I jotted down the answer to my geometry homework, I felt the vibrations of the floor trembling beneath my feet from the deafening screams of my parents. I continued my work, as I go uninterrupted by the daily routine argument. One day, I didn’t hear the screaming anymore, which was one of the biggest abnormalities in this household. I slunk halfway down the stairs and stretched my neck over the banister to catch a glimpse of what had happened without getting caught. The next thing I knew my older brother was standing by my side, his curiosity piqued. My mom broke the silence by peering her head around the corner of the living room, her eyes locked onto mine. As my brother and my cover were blown, we walked gingerly to the couch and sat down. I watched my mom’s stone cold face quiver out the words, “We...are....divorcing”. My face froze as if I was in a cartoon show. I tried to

I heard a feminine voice call out to me as I blazed out the front door. "Good morning Amber! Oh, where are you--" I cut her off with a sharp slam. I couldn't look back. With each step towards my car, I inhale painful sobs of air. I feel as if I don't know who I am, as if I was that 18 year old girl hearing the news of his death for the first time. I couldn't think of the name that belongs to me, or any one else but my father. Any face my subconscious offers had the resonance of a total stranger, then was replaced with the haunting image of

comes back full force. My straight A’s start to drop to D’s and E’s, I quit all my after-school activities, stopped talking to everyone, and started to skip school almost everyday. I had always struggled with depression, but it had never been this bad before, I felt like I was drowning and she was pulling me down with her. I struggled a lot with my depression, I had to go to the emergency room twice during the school year for suicide attempts, I just wanted to give up on everything. During this time things kept getting worse and worse, tension kept on building between my mom and me and I still hadn't seen my dad. I remember that night so clearly as if it was yesterday. My mom and I had been arguing all day, We were in my room and kept on arguing

It was a picture perfect morning in the early days of May in Greenville, South Carolina, when I was born to two very loving parents. My birth did not come without any obstacles; I was born with a backwards heart. My father, Scott, is the Worldwide Sales Manager of a company that cleans circuit boards called Aqueous. My mother currently works with DSS and is working on obtaining her master’s degree from Southern New Hampshire University. I have an older brother named Jack who is a freshman at Costal Carolina, a younger sister named Natalie who is home schooled by my mom and another younger sister named Georgia who is in Pre-K. After 7 years of marriage my father and mother split up. I currently live my mother and see my father every other weekend.

I get to school, still taken aback from the events earlier, and I become more and more apprehensive as the day goes on. The fact that I didn’t get a text from my mom during school, telling me anything about an update on Annie’s situation, worried me, because that meant Annie was either still at the vet or something was really wrong. My brother drove us home from school, oblivious to the fact that Annie had a seizure that morning. The moment I walk in the door to the house and set my stuff down, I see my dad standing in the doorway of the kitchen, with his arms out. I walk towards him, and my mom is there too, and

It started like a very normal day; my family and I coasted around Sioux Falls. I could not imagine what the day would entail. My family planned to travel out shopping more but for the first time in my life, I planned not to shop, they drove me to Tea to hang out with Jacob. Jake and I skipped upstairs to grab some cookies that his mom made. Angie received a call from her sister who always listens to police radios and asked if Jake and I crashed a car and produced or saw a car accident. She said no and asked why, Buffie said that she heard of an accident with someone with the last name Sandal, in Tea. My heart dropped, I knew my cousins lived in Tea but I decided to not worry about it. Jake and I walked back downstairs and just watched some T.V. He answered a call from my mom; not an unexpected one because my mom took my phone. Jake always joked around so he said, “Hello this is Jacob Rotter of Tea.” The phone spoke on speakerphone so I could hear what she said, “Jake, Levi died. We’re coming to pick up Kendra so we can drive to the hospital.”

One lovely night, I was at my cousin’s wedding and it was literally the best night ever, never expecting it was going to be my last happy night for a great while. The next day, I was awakened by an unexpected phone call from my best friend and was about to receive the worst news ever. She told me that two of our friends had suffered a car accident. I asked her in what hospital where they, so that I could go visit them right away. No words came out of her mouth for a while. She took a deep breath and told me they were gone…forever. I hanged up and went directly to my parents to ask them if this was real. They obviously had no clue because the accident had just happened. My phone did not stop ringing, many phone calls and messages

It’s never really hit me how twisted my family is until now. I turned eighteen in January. I woke up on the twenty sixth of January feeling like a woman! Let me tell you, nobody can tell me nothing now, I’m grown. I thought I’ve already been through it all, and I have been through alot. I am smarter than I have ever been, and I have a good head on my shoulders, and I take the punches life throws at me, and I deal with them. I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job of it too. Considering, since my parents got divorced when I was probably eleven, every week I have moved back and forth from my mom 's house to my dad 's, house living out of a suitcase, and adjusting each week.

Ten years ago, my life was drastically different than it is today. Every single thing that’s happened to me has since impacted who I am as a person, and where I am now. Although, I have no regrets, there were some moments I experienced in my life that made me think otherwise. I remember the day so vividly. My sister and I were watching Teletubbies, when we heard our parents fighting. Screams, and shouts. Bangs and thumps. This was no new discovery, though. My sister glanced at me, and saw that I was scared, scared that our family would split apart. She took my hand and held it tightly; she nodded her head, giving me self-assurance, as I slowly wiped a tear drifting down my face. I jumped into bed, knowing that the next day might be the worst day possible, but I pulled the sheets over my head, and filled my brain with unicorns, rainbows, teddy bears, and hearts; all happy thoughts. I stayed in bed for the next hour, knowing that my presence would cause more problems to occur. My mom came to the room later that day, and noticed that I was sleeping, so she walked out.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.