Personal Narrative-Uhaul Trailer

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

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 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

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.

On a normal,sunny day after school school,I hopped off of the yellow-orange school bus and walked home.When I got to my house ,my parents greeted me and then said,”Mia,we have to move in about three months.”My heart dropped like an apple from a tree.I was filled with dejection.

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

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.

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.

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.

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 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)

It started off like any other day. My dad was out working with the cows while my mom was probably with the pets somewhere. Gabe, who was my dad's farmhand, was out doing chores and Danica and I were inside playing. It honestly was a calm and normal day. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay that way very long. No one on our property would have thought the day would change the way it did.

Today was the day I started my new life, my college life. It was move in day and I couldn’t wait to get out of this house and away from this deadbeat town. I’ve waited for this day for six years, the day I could get away from my obnoxious brothers and stepmom. This horrible life i’ve been trying to escape started the summer I turned nine. That was the summer my mom passed away. I remember it vividly. It was around seven o’clock when my dad got a phone call saying there had been an accident. A drunk driver had crashed into my mom. The driver had been on the wrong side of the road. The car had caught fire right after the cars made contact. My mom had been knocked unconscious and was unable to escape the car. The fire had grown larger and eventually caused an explosion in my mothers car. The only reason they were able to identify her was because the license plate had been knocked off. The police ran the plate to find out who the owner was.