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Sign Language: A Short Story

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Sitting at the dinner table, I watched my mom take the freshly cooked steak and bread out of the oven. I have been long awaiting the food since less than an hour ago, my family came back from sledding at First Parish, a five-minute drive from my house in Norwell. My mom brought the food over to the table and my family and I began our usual Sunday night dinner. I immediately began to tell them about my day in preschool and how my teacher, Mrs.Rose taught me the alphabet in sign language. I put my fork down to sign my name when my mom stopped me. Looking back on it, I realized I saw it coming, the accumulation of cardboard boxes and the recent yard sale was only a portion of the weird things that have been taking place in my previously monotonous …show more content…

I put on my worn jean shorts and my favorite blue sparkly shirt. However, the minute I walked down the stairs my stomach began to feel queasy and my eyes began to water, today was the day we were moving. I walked outside and was greeted by some of my best friends from preschool and we spent the day eating barbecue and playing my favorite games, tag, and hide-and-seek. At five o'clock, I hopped in my car seat and drove to what my mom said was a hotel, but I thought was a castle, to sleep over in with my best friend Claudia Larson. We jumped on the beds and sang songs with our siblings until eight when we had to go to bed and say goodbye. The next day was spent entirely in the car with an exception of a few bathroom breaks. For fourteen hours, I started at the back of the seat in front of me listening to Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers. Finally, we arrived at our hotel in North Carolina. For two weeks we stayed at a hotel tell and for a month after that, an apartment. We spent this time looking around our new hometown and waiting for our house to be …show more content…

I was sad that I would have to once again leave my new found friends and much to my disbelief, North Carolina felt like home. That August the cardboard boxes came back out from retirement and the yard sales began once again, and suddenly, I was ecstatic about moving back home. I wish I took that time to enjoy the last of my stay, yet I ended up fantasizing over the first cold weather I would get to experience in two years, causing me to miss out on all the fun things that the beginning of second grade would

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