Write A Narrative About Moving Away From High School

Everyone has heard the saying, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will

When I was five years old, all of my friends were starting Kindergarten. My mom was trying to decide if I would be too; so I told her I was going too. I think that was the beginning of being outspoken and saying what I thought.

It all started on a Friday the day I got off for spring break. I had just got home from school and I had went up to my room to get on my IPad and texting my friends to hang out with some friends. Then, around 4:00 my parents had come up to my room all happy and excited to tell me the greatest news ever. Then, they say, “We are moving to Findlay.” At first, I thought they were joking, but then they keep saying they were not joking about anything and I really just didn’t know what to say about this. I started to ask why we would ever move away and they said “your father got a job transfer.” Then I started to think about it and I just didn’t want to do this at all. Then for the rest of the day I just sat up in my room trying not to think about

The years of 2017 and 2018 have been incredible, but emotionally draining, and I feel like a summer break will do me some good. Some of the things that happened in 2017 were: meeting Dylan, grieving over the death of my nana, starting my last year of high school, and going to the city of light with my mom. In 2018 I experienced becoming an adult at the age of eighteen, helping my boyfriend move from house to hotel multiple times, and the best of all, graduation. It’s been a rough school year, but I honestly would not change anything because all of this happened and made me the woman I am today. It took me a while to decide on the things I wanted to carry and the things I wanted to leave behind and I have made that decision.

I started my high school career in the fall of 2014 at Euclid High School. It was a humid day. I was scared that my hair was going to be ruined due to the humidity and, ruin my day being that it was my birthday. I wasn’t nervous about being in the high school. I was most excited about getting out of school early and, that I only had four more years of school left. The transition from middle school and high school was pretty easy for me. Seeing as though that my best friend brother’s were already in high school, they would tell us stories about school, and that it isn’t what they show on tv.

The cold burns my lungs in the way that cold air does. It creeps into my chest and makes each breath painful, the same way the smoke did when it all happened.

My mother kicking me out of the house should have devastated me; instead, something extremely negative turned out to be positive, or a “blessing in disguise”. It all began one late afternoon when I arrived home from high school to unexpectedly find all of my possessions neatly stacked on the front lawn. She was forcing me to leave because she could no longer handle the constant arguments between my overbearing father and me. Homeless without any advance warning, I turned to my boyfriend of six months to help me relocate to my brother’s place. Unfortunately, my younger brother , was only seventeen and shared his apartment with a couple of rowdy roommates who threw wild parties every weekend. Not in the best neighborhood, the tiny run down apartment

Lisa always loved spending time with her best friend Karen. The two had been friends for many years and now they are about to start high school together. Recently, Karen's parents divorced and her Dad now lives in another city. This summer, Karen spent the entire time with her Dad. Lisa didn't have Karen to hang out with and decided to stay in the house. Lisa's Mom noticed that she was very sad and moping around the house. She encouraged her daughter to go to the pool or attend summer school to hang out with her other friends. However, Lisa did not want to hang out with anyone but Karen. One day, some kids from the neighborhood came to the house and asked Karen if she wanted to go to the carnival. Lisa's Mom encouraged her to go. Lisa really

In the middle of elementary school, I was starting to be embraced upon a culture of conformity and embarked on adversity trials that helped form my sense of literacy on social interactions and self-identity. The children started to bully me with hurtful words and emotional pressuring me into questioning my own self-identity. I was grown to see the best in others and be kind, yet as time passed I was left hurt without warning. Ever since I was first born, I have always been skinny and my height has only increased towards my approaching adult years. When the physical defense option when being bullied is utterly useless, you are left with a hard conundrum. Towards the last few days of elementary school, I was outside trying to play with the other children. I recently broke my arm in a scooter accident and wasn’t able to play very well, despite I was equally terrible with two fully functional arms. I remember trying so hard to fit in with the “cool” kids at the time, by attempting to play with them. Instead of simply saying I was not welcome, one of the boys through the football as hard as he could into my broke arm. The amount of pain I felt made me burst into tears, as I try to hide behind a tree to hide the shame of crying. As a child, you want to be accepted and feel wanted by others, yet I wasn’t staying true to myself. I was not a great athlete and those children did not like

I am Olivia Plamann and I am 14 years old. If you saw me the first trait you would notice about me is my height. I get my height from my family. My family consists of my mom: Joy, my dad: Pat, my younger sister: Ella, and my two dogs: Packer and Baxter. My dog, Packer is eight years old, and my dog, Baxter is 3 months old. In my free time I like to spend time with my family, but I normally don’t have a lot of free time because of dance. I am on the Sartell Sabre Dance Team and I also dance at Ms. Melinda’s Dance Studio. Between Ms. Melinda’s and the dance team I normally will dance for about 20 hours a week.

Ever since Tom got expelled from school I felt bad at the same time as feeling good. I kept thinking, did I do the “right thing” or the “wrong thing”? It all happened at the recent examinations that had just passed a few weeks ago. It was the day of our final examination that we had to take everyone was nervous and excited at the same time especially Tom, my best friend.

“Okay class, today we will have time to work with a partner of your choice on the assignment I’ll be handing out.” I groan every time I hear this from a teacher because I look around the class and see the glances people give each other, signaling them to work with them, but I never seem to have anyone give me that signal. One house after another, it grew to be the norm for our family. Move into one house, stay for a year, pack up and move onto the next one. With every move, the more vulnerable I became. It was silly of me back then to make a ton of friends only to be heartbroken when I was told we were moving after the school year ended. I was the new kid every year, and every year it got harder to make new friends.

Can you not believe that Violet!?, Ronald thought out loud as he stomped through the hallways.

It almost looked sickly to Jane. The front door was cracked from years ago when a hail storm blew through. The concrete sidewalk leading to the door was cracked and chipped from skateboarding teens. Jane had to walk this sidewalk to reach her home, which was a mere two blocks away from the school. She was preparing for the trek home when something caught her eye. A black van was parked a few feet away from the school. A man was sitting in the front seat, watching her patiently. Something wasn’t right. Jane quickened her pace steadily, seeing if the van would follow. She was worried, she had to travel through a damp, dank alleyway to make it to her house, and it seemed this man wasn’t alone. Jane was shaking from the fear mixed with cold. When she turned the corner of the sidewalk to walk down the grimy alleyway leading to her house, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The van was following her. Chugging along ever so slowly, but enough to

Picture this: it’s your freshman year of high school, you have a lot of good friends, and you’ve finally figured out how everything works. Seems like a pretty good situation right? Well then you’re parents start subtly mentioning the idea of moving and start looking for land and houses for sale. You just assume it won’t actually happen, but then, surprise! You find out this summer you’ll be moving to a town an hour away from all of your friends and you’ll be starting your sophomore year at a completely different school.