Short Story On Going Back To Jennings

There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America.

She held her Daisies and looked me in the eyes. Her cheeks were red like roses and her eyes were bright under the moonlight and stars above. It was the happiest I had ever seen her. This made me happy because I only took a day and a half to plan this and I only had to buy flowers and poster board. I walked her to her car and hugged her and kissed her goodbye. It’s amazing how simple things can make someone’s day an amazing one. As she looked at me through the window I could tell what she was thinking. She didn’t have to be upset. She knows that

I woke up in a cold sweat. Don’t do this to yourself again, I told myself. He’s gone. He doesn’t want you, he chose her. I still remember the day you told me you loved someone else. I can still feel my face fall and hear my heart break. I wanted to hate you, but I wanted to hate her even more. But I couldn’t make myself hate either of you, especially not the person who once brought me so much happiness.

“Karus, tomorrow we have to go to New York. Make sure you get a good nights rest

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

I wanted to be there, even though it was quite a trip. The traffic was dreadful especially on this holiday weekend. The minute I got your letter, I had the courage to risk it all. What matters now is you’re back and my heart starts beating again. I’ve reached the hill finally. There was a chill in the air. The only sounds were bugs thrumming in the grasses above and birds chirping even higher up. And there you were, looking as if we didn’t part. There was no hesitation, we linked arms with each other. No urging needed, we kissed and

My parents had packed everything. EVERYTHING. There was bareness on the walls and there was around us except piles and piles of boxes. I looked around the house one last time as cold salty tears streaked down my face. I was covered in tears from the waist up. The feeling of leaving everyone made me empty inside. I felt hollow. Finally my dad said, “Let’s go!” I pleaded with him to let us stay, but I got the same usual answer, “You’ll be fine.” I wasn’t.

I can see the way Aimee looks at me. I know what she wants, because I feel it too.

He wondered to himself if he should even bother to return, he hadn’t seen his family’s faces in over five years. Why hadn’t he been home in so long? He just felt that he didn’t belong. An old gypsy had once told him he was meant to wander along some strange trail. He imagined the faces he left behind and questioned if any would remember

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

All the things I’ve done in this town; all the memories I’ve had… all gone. This is what it feels like to leave your hometown like I’m not sure if I still want to go, I’ll make my mind when I walk down. uh! Why so wet! the path to the docks is all muddy.

I finally opened my eyes to see where the noise was coming from. It was from her. My little German Shepherd being put in the back of a white van, getting ready to ship her away. Everyone was saying she is in a better place now. She’s in heaven, don’t worry. But is it really a better place, is there a better place the being with family, with people who love you? I knew that was selfish of me to think but I couldn’t get it out of my head. I wanted her to stay. I needed her to stay. I started to run toward the van to get one last goodbye, but I was too late the truck was shut. That one sound, that one bang, that's when it hit me. It was the last time I would ever see, hear, or talk to her again. In that moment everything went blurry. Tears were welling up in my eyes. It stung so bad I just had to close them. When I finally opened them the van was

The flight to Des Moines wasn't very nice but luckily it was over. We walk into his childhood home. Nobody is here to greet us. We make our way into the den where they are all sitting. They all jump up to kiss and hug on Andy. I can tell they missed him. I look over to his sister and see her glaring at me. “Maybe she just comes off really aggressive when she isn't” I thought, but something inside told me that was not the case. His mother walks over to me with a blank face. “So this is your little friend” she says. That comment is a bit off putting but I know some people aren't the best at first impressions. Things are so tense here. I don’t know how I’m gonna get through the week.

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.

It has been quite the adjustment not being able to see my baby sister whenever I want, however I am not as distraught as I assumed I would be. Watching you start a new school in a new city, with no familiar faces is an unbelievable challenge that you have conquered. While I do miss you dearly, seeing you thrive in your new environment has only made me proud. It reminds me of when you switched schools in the sixth grade and went to the Academy of Notre Dame instead of St. Patricks School. You were so excited and nervous to start this new chapter of your life, just like you were going into Drexel University. However back in 2008 do you remember how upset I was that you were switching schools? Even though I was two years older, not having