Essay on Sara's Story: A Short Story

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I looked out the car window. Whatever might happen may it be moving to Texas. I used to live in California, but now we are moving to Texas to see if anything exciting would happen. We moved 16 times already, and I’m getting angry. We moved as old as I am. When I was born, we moved to Alabama. Then, when I was 2 we moved to Ohio. Then, when I was 3 we moved to Illinois. When I was 4, we moved to Michigan. When I was 5, we moved to Kentucky. When I was 6, we moved to Indiana. When I was 7, we moved to Washington. When I was 8, well, I don’t remember where we moved after I was 7. Oh, right! When I was 15 we moved to California.. I had only 7 friends! I thought Texas would be a change from all the cold. All we ever did was go to school. On the …show more content…
I looked out the car window. Whatever might happen may it be moving to Texas. I used to live in California, but now we are moving to Texas to see if anything exciting would happen. We moved 16 times already, and I’m getting angry. We moved as old as I am. When I was born, we moved to Alabama. Then, when I was 2 we moved to Ohio. Then, when I was 3 we moved to Illinois. When I was 4, we moved to Michigan. When I was 5, we moved to Kentucky. When I was 6, we moved to Indiana. When I was 7, we moved to Washington. When I was 8, well, I don’t remember where we moved after I was 7. Oh, right! When I was 15 we moved to California.. I had only 7 friends! I thought Texas would be a change from all the cold. All we ever did was go to school. On the 16th of March we would always move. The 16th of March is my birthday. Anyways, I poked James on the shoulder. James is 5 years old. “Mom! Sara poked me!” James whined. “Oh, be quiet, James. You’re to whiny to do anything.” I replied. I picked up my Killer Angels book. “Sara, you should learn to be nice to your little brother.” Dad told me. “All I wanted to do was talk to him!” I complained. “It’s not fair! James gets everything he wants and, and. . .”
I complained. “And what?!” Mom yelled. “He gets to do everything he wants to! All I want is to be trusted and listened to once!” I complained. Dad slapped my knee, but he actually hit James’ knee. He started crying. “BE QUIET!!!!!” I shouted. James started crying more. I threatened to punch

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