August 28, moving day. With all our stuff packed in boxes, garbage bags, plastic storage containers, and suitcases, we were ready to bring all our things downstairs. 7 am in the morning and my mom assigns us all a “job”. Her, my older brother, my dad, and my two uncles were to bring all the things downstairs and make sure nothing was gonna get left behind. My mother sent me and my younger brother downstairs to check on the two cars in front of our house. You see, we needed those cars to move so we can park the uhaul trailer in front of the house so packing our stuff can go faster. 9 am, the cars still haven’t moved and as the others finish up cleaning, we were losing time. Since of course this was my last day in Brooklyn, i wanted to see some …show more content…
I kind of felt bad since the only reason they came was to see me but they didn’t mind giving us a helping hand. One of my friends even begged to help and was later happy that she did. So kudos to you guys for being awesome. 12 am and we were still packing. The trailer was almost full and the only things we needed to put in there were these closets but surprise surprise, they weren’t fitting into the trailer. Moving things around, putting them on top of each other, nothing was working. We didn’t want to waste an hour figuring out how these things were gonna fit in there so my dad decides to sell one of them. We really didn’t want to since it wasn’t cheap nor broken but we were wasting time. After that, the last closet was stored into the uhaul and we were done with all that. We locked it and uncle #2 drove off with my older brother making their way to Rhode Island. So the rest of us were taking a break but it doesn’t end there. We still had some boxes, trash bags, and suitcases left. Ordering another uhaul trailer wasn’t something my dad wanted to do because it was expensive just to purchase
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right,
It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice
It was November 20, 2016 the day that I had left for Cancun Mexico. Me, my brother, my mom, and my Grandma and Grandpa all 5 of us in my Yukon Denali on our way the the Hilton Double Tree. It took about an hour and half to get to Chicago Illinois, but on the way there we had to make a few pit stops in Valpo to get my brother some flip-flops that we ended up losing in Mexico. On our way there we had kept in contact with the other 9 people we were going with, My cousin Sean had checked in on us a few times, and asked us how far we were from the place we were heading which was called Portillo's. It's a restaurant that is amazing all of us were going to meet there for dinner before we would all head to the hotel. When we had gotten there my 3
December eleventh, 2012, started out as any other Tuesday did. After school, I left with my friend, Jessica, and her mom to go pick up her little sister, Sophia, planning to go shopping before heading to a doctor's appointment. When picking up her sister, we stayed to talk and eat popcorn with the family who had been watching her for about half an hour before heading to the
It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I
By the time we got done with the bank and walked to the mechanic shop it was closed. So we had to go to Walmart to get four tires. While we were at Walmart, we got some groceries for us to eat.You should have seen us rolling the tires and carrying groceries from Walmart back to the car. It was a pretty funny site. Once we got back to the car, we realized we didn’t have a crescent wrench to change the tires. So then we had to walk all the way back to Walmart just to get a crescent wrench. Braxton stayed behind to make sure that no one slashed the tires or touch our groceries. By the time we got back from Walmart, it was dark so we decided to get another hotel room. We put all the food and tires in the room with us and went to bed. The next morning Rhyan and I woke up and noticed that someone had broken into our room and took one of the tires. But then Braxton woke up and told us to chill out and that the tire was under the bed. We all got ready and changed the tires. Finally we were back on our way. After all that we had been through we decided we’d had enough of Florida. We decided that it would be cool to at least go to Washington, DC and get a
The day we moved out was terrible, it was snowy and everyone was just in one of those “ let’s get this done “ moods. I remember it perfectly I wore some nike tennis shoes and the snow just had to keep getting in them while I carried some heavy boxes. I didn’t think that I was doing anything wrong but Bob sure did. He started to
The car drove up into the driveway where the contents of the house had been ransacked, abandoned in the yard, and tossed aside like the four children. Memories flicker as the furnishings are reviewed. Empty beer bottles, a young girl being dragged into her bedroom brusquely by her hair. Assorted clothes, a teenager having to beg for hand-me-downs. A box of pots and pans, a family surviving off of donated food. A folder of awards, a father neglecting any achievements. The sum of all these morose recollections, debased an already insecure girl, making her unsure of the chance of a bright future or even one worth living in.
It was a cold winter morning in the middle of october, 2009. It was around 6:00 when i heard my mom come into my room . She was wearing bright red pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt. When she opened my door, she turned on my light switch, and said, “Get up, it’s time to get ready for school.” When she ended that last word with “school” i rolled out of bed, slowly and got ready. Once I was finished getting ready, my mom came into the living room and said “ It’s time to go down to the bus stop.” So, I put my small bookbag on both of my shoulders and headed out the door with my mom lagging behind.
It was a cold January month, New Year just passed a few days ago and this new year was going to be different. I moved to a new elementary school district where my public school was Matsunaga. It had only been two days since we bought my new house
June 8th, 2008 was the day my whole life turned upside down. It was a hot and humid Sunday afternoon. My blond, curly headed six year old self was taking a nap on the couch in our living room with a huge window that looked out over our front yard. I used to love to stand at that window during the summer and look at the bustling neighborhood. My mom and little sister were taking a walk around the neighborhood, while my dad was in our garage tinkering with something.
It was late on an unusually warm Saturday night when I had to go back to my little side job and help a lady take down decorations from a wedding reception that was being held at St. Anne’s Catholic church in town. It was around 11:30pm and I was dead beat tired and did not want to leave the comfiness of my warm bed and the familiarity of my room. My best friend Gabby was also staying the night at my house that night and she had decided to come with me to help the lady I was working for. So, we bagged up all the junk food we had bought earlier that day and put the liter of pop in the fridge and made our way out to my car.
As my dad’s truck rolled up to a big tall yellow house that looked two stories high and looked like it could use some work on the roof. It looked like a really nice house if the other people who lived here painted it any color but yellow. But what can I do a house is a house. The truck finally came to a complete stop when my little seven year old brother jack said “I get to pick witch room is mine” And jumped out of the truck in the speed of light. I didn’t really care were I slept because I knew I wasn’t going to be here for long. Every were me moved for the past two years we moved out in the first five months. How are you going to have friends when you start to really get to know them and then you move? But what can I do about it. I guess I won’t have any friends. Anyway I got out of the old Ford of my dad’s and went to the tall gate to grab my box of stuff. I picked up my box and walked to the front door of the house.
The day started out how all my days had been that summer I was arguing with my Dad. Our argument was about staying in Atoka or going back to Tishomingo when school started. My Dad wanted to stay in Atoka while my younger brother and I wanted to come back to Tish. I told my Dad that all my friends in Atoka had either dropped out of school or skipped half the time. He told me that he did not care what they did or what I did for that matter, we were going to stay in Atoka. I decided that I would show him what happens when parents let their kids do whatever they want in Atoka.
The day started out great. I went to the Ahoskie Heritage Day Festival in the morning to sell shirts for my community service hours. When I returned home, I quickly jumped into the shower, leaving my telephone in the next room over. While in the shower, I missed a call from my mother. I called her back, and I was stunned to learn that my brother, Dakota, was in the emergency room. He had passed out and required CPR as well as cardioversion. (being shocked)