We Re Moving Stuff Short Story

The story “Your Move” stood out to me the most because James and Isaac, the main characters of the story, left their house just because James was forcing Isaac to come with him to join the cool kids club. Also Isaac telling James to stop doing what he wanted to do and be like.

In life, especially as kids, we have choices to either be cool or respect our family's rules. In the story, “ Your Move” By Eve Bunting, the protagonist, James, has the choice to join the K- bones or keep the trust from his family. Therefore, he learns that caring more about his family is more important than caring about his so called “friends.”

"Good bye honey! Take care! Call us when you get there safely!" my mother cried. I can still hear those words as if it were yesterday and in reality it was fourteen years ago, that I packed up and left my small town back in southern New Jersey.

The summer before my junior year in college and for the next three years, I was a part-time nanny for a 10-year-old girl who was diagnosed with ADHD. I did this on a full-time basis during the summers. This job gave me an understanding of the effects of medication (Ritalin) on behavior. These experiences gave me a strong background in working with a diverse group of children.

I’ll never forget the time i moved to Maine. We drove a whopping 22 hours to get there. We came from virginia and traveled over the course of a day. My mom was very tired and was awake on coffee and energy drinks. That made me feel bad because i wasn't sixteen so i couldn't help. We stopped at some places along the way and saw mountains and beautiful

But Santa added a little twist when it came his turn. The table not only moved, but switched ends in mid air. “Good,” Sly said, “Very good.” “Now please return to you seats at the table. Standing Sly looked at each one then sit down on their stools. “Gentlemen,” he said. “You have been taught this way to move things for only one reason." "And that is to help deliver presents on Christmas Eve.” It cannot be used to entertain others or to better position yourself."

When Meli was young she always had to deal with the government pushing her around because of her relation but after her and her family were forced to more out of their hometown she had to change from a kid that could run around and play and go to school but instead she had to grow up fast (even though she thought she wanted to grow up faster she soon find she would do anything to be a kid again.) and help her mom and dad keep the family from splitting apart though these hard times. “ when adil or vlora asked about him, Mama would say something like “ a good son has to visit his old mother you know. Meli realized she was the only person who knew the real reason that baba was gone.” Meli was entrusted with knowing where her father was and what he was doing this shows that she was grown up enough to know the imports of not telling her younger siblings.

Throughout my junior year, I would tutor an eighth grade student who attended the same grade school as me. About once or twice a week, we would go over math homework that he was struggling with. I appreciated this experience because I realized that I enjoy explaining how to do the problems, and seeing the moment that the student finally understood how to do them. Tutoring this student was my first employment

I knew I had no choice when I saw the for sale sign in our yard. The move in day was October 31, 2014. I was anxious. The sound of the leaves shuffling the ground and the smell of the diesel coming from our U-Haul. As soon as I walked in the door, I was amazed, looking up and down like a cat in the wilderness. I ran upstairs to look at the rooms and see which one was bigger. Went back downstairs to look at our kitchen

Three simple words that changed life as Gretel knew it. To be honest, she never thought this day would come. Her family’s house in Berlin was top notch quality and so was their life there too.

I downed another iced cold beer. “You’re gonna be late.” I shook my head. I knew this but I didn’t completely care. I needed to drown myself in this moment. “I’m getting out of the car, it’s safe now your cousin is here.” I gazed through the windshield trying to focus to see her. The limo looked to be doubled. She stepped out of it brushing her hand through her hair and across her dress. I begged her not to leave all those years again. She had other plans for her life though. This town was too small for her. She needed to get away from the stories of her parents. We didn't blame her. We just wanted to go with her. I just wanted to go with her. She promised to come back and here she was making good on that promise for the wrong reasons but hey she kept her word. Job well done.

When I was sixteen, I came home past eleven o’clock. I didn’t have a curfew. The dog woke up and started barking as soon as I pulled into the driveway. When I opened the front door my dad was waiting for me. He beat me with his belt while my mom and sister cried. Afterwards he asked me to forgive him. He said he was only scared. He said I could had been anywhere, with anyone. He said I could have been dead. I told him I was going to file for emancipation. He told me to get the fuck out of his house. I slept in the car that night and when the sun rose my dad was there, knocking on the driver’s side window. He had a plate of pancakes in one hand and twenty-bucks in the other. I rolled down the car window to accept the pancakes. My dad was crying. He said he hadn’t slept all night. He asked, “Why don’t you love me?” He said if I came inside he would give me the twenty-bucks and take me to a movie. I said, “I don’t love you because I am afraid of you.”

One day my mother told me that we were going somewhere tomorrow morning. At 3:00 a.m. my mother woke me and told me to get dressed. I was seven years old, so I didn’t tell her anything, but when we arrived at the airport, I was shocked when I saw the airplane so I asked my mother where we were going, she said to “To America.” At that time I thought we were going to go there and come back, but unfortunately that was not the

There was approximately 586 miles between me and the place I was meant to be. Reno the land where either your dreams come true or they come to die. I had tried so hard not to go, the journey was hard but worth it. My Mother and Father were the ones that helped me get to where I am. My father packed all my of my belongings for the journey to the dreamland. The plan was to leave in the morning, little did we know there was so much we could not pack for, this was also a mental trip.

I have tutored primary and high school students one-on-one in Mathematics and English. Also, I often helped my friends study for exams by going over content with them and making up fake questions. I was a peer tutor at my high school, which involved running homework club and aiding teachers during my study period. I was a prefect and ran my own committee, as well as coaching and refereeing junior volleyball teams.