Write A Narrative Essay About Moving Away With Rosita

I could feel the breeze skim through my hair as my loose shirt caught the brisk air behind me. This was my sanctuary, the feeling was bliss. I made my way home, bracing myself for the approaching argument I was about to have with my mother. That feeling of pleasure left my body as quickly as it arrived. I stepped into the front door, and closed it behind me as quietly as I could, maybe she wouldn't notice I was late home. But before I could even take the first few steps inside, I heard mum coming from the kitchen,

I woke up in my comfortable bed and walked downstairs. I walked to the door that leads outside and opened it. I could smell the fresh air of the country. It has been a week since I moved from New York. I use to live in a crowded suburb in New York City where I couldn’t smell the fresh air. Now that I moved to South Carolina with my wife and two children, I think my life is taking a turn for the better. I live right on the coast, so I also get an excellent view of the ocean from my porch. I continued to breath the fresh air for a while longer. After about five minutes of standing there, I went inside and closed the door. The rest of my family was still upstairs sleeping. I went to the kitchen and started to cook breakfast. The smell of freshly

I was 21 now and I’d been hiding out at julia’s house for years now. I had a job and a child. For a long time i had been doing things on my own. I couldn’t live with my grandparents and face the fact they were the reason why my mother killed herself. At home someone kept knocking on the doors at night but we never knew who it

The condensed snow under my feet was crushed with every step. The snow was around four inches deep, my boots made a large enough indent, that I made a noticeable trail of holes with every step. The sun had vanished behind a mountain, the sky’s light had gone from an amiable orange, to a mellow blue. I could see outline of the moon between two clouds, and the air’s bite grew colder by the moment. I had taken a detour, past a thin slice of trees near to my neighborhood. Even for a forest, it was a cold, silent place. I used to come out to places like this as a kid, quiet places where I would sit and be alone for hours. I guess I forgot how often that was, but for the moment, I had something else to worry about.

It’s the same nightmare that haunts me every day. I wrapped bed sheet around my fragile frame covering my body, which is drenched with cold drops of sweat. I crawled to the darkest corner in my bedroom trembling of fear as I sank in the darkness. The voices never leave my side; they echo in my head like a drum whether I am awake or asleep. The moon light was tickling my eyes. I felt like an empty shell as I sat there on the freezing-cold ground while my high body temperature was emerging with the coldness of the ground. I leaned my bare back against the cold wall. I closed my eyes, lifted my chin up, and covered my ears very tightly.

My bedroom door was shut, which was odd because I always kept it open to make my apartment cold because it had the only window in the place. I got up, abandoning my position at my threadbare couch, from the thrift shop downtown, stumbling over the bump in the carpet that’s been there for what seems like centuries. I pushed on my door, which was trapped against something. I slammed my weight against the thin, wooden door which broke on contact. The first thing I saw where Nancy’s eyes staring blankly at me. She had clumsily tied an extension cord around her neck which had bruised purple and blue along where the cord stretched. I sighed, crouched down and phoned the police, and resumed my position on the couch. Again, I was escorted to a police car but the seat was not as comfortable as I had remembered. The car was dark and musty, reminiscent of the dark alleyways I skirted every night. I was put in a cell, but I did not know why, I had not killed Kelly. She was pushed to the part of my brain where I never let myself go, the one with Daddy and Mama. The jail looked a lot like the one I had to go into with Mama to look the murderer in his eyes, but while I had been expecting anger and hatred, I got tear-filled, sad eyes as he pounded on the glass divide, separating my Mama and I from the person that killed my dad. I heard

The sun shone into my room while the wind made the blinds smack against the windows loudly, as if it was trying to get me to wake up. I turned to the other side of the bed and stared directly across the street. Instead of seeing a peaceful, quiet street, it gave me a view of the house opposite, surrounded by bright yellow police tapes. It took me a while to get my eyes readjusted. I then tried to read the words without my glasses, but I obviously needed them. I quickly put them on while I stared at the window, observing carefully what had really happened to my neighbours. Windows were smashed, traces of blood could be seen. It was evident that someone broke into their house and killed the whole family. However, there were no footprints to be

It was a gloomy winter day in the town of Ledely. I woke up and slowly spooned bland cornflakes into my mouth as I tuned the t.v. to the morning news. “Up next, highly wanted James Orlando is still on the run after 3 weeks of searching. Police say they witnessed what they called “an apparent attempt” to murder an innocent victim. Find out more, after the short break” I looked at my watch and realized i was late for work. I cursed under my breath and headed out to my office, saying bye to my fiancee as i rushed out the door.

“So you’re gonna have to stay here okay?” My eyes flitter to the man talking and I feel a twinge of fear because I don’t know him at all.

Thank you for coming.” Mr. Hackett said as he turned two gentleman in the corner. “These are Mr. Colon and Mchonn, I’ll leave you to talk.” “Hello Bailee, I’m Agent Colon and this is Agent Mchonn of the FBI.” FBI! That’s even worse then the police. “Do you have any idea why we are here?” “No, sir.” She was just hoping it had nothing to do with this stupid blog. “Do you know this man?” Colon asked, well more like demanded as he lay down a photograph of a man. “Yes, He runs the drug store in my hometown. Did he do something?” “He’s dead.” Colon said it has if he was order a burger and large fry instead of telling her that someone she had known since she was two was dead. “How?” I asked. Mr. Adams was a nice old man and didn’t have an enemy in the world. “He was murdered, shot 10 times to be exact.” Wow, ten times! “And how do I fit in to this?” “We received an anonymous message saying you knew what happened.” And with that Mchonn handed her a piece of paper. One it was

We finally arrived to the place we were going to the train was really full and we could barely breath. Nicole my parents and I were bunched up together and as we were getting off there was a man yelling to get in lines. This man pushed me nicole and away from our parents they were screaming our names but the men didn’t let us go back with them. They took a left with a lot of other people and we went to the right. Nicole was scared and i told her to calm down. We went through this room where they made us take off all our our close and the guards were screaming at us and to take our close off it was horrible. I decided to listen and i told Nicole to listen too because we didn’t know what they could have done to us if we didn’t take of our cloths.

It’s cold and dark. You’re alone. Snow crunches beneath your feet, everything’s the same. You’re tired, hungry, cold and just want to sleep. But you keep walking.

East Liverpool, Ohio is an extremely little town that's filled with extraordinary memories, family, and history; however, I would choose to move away. this area is home to my mother and her family. Not to mention, I have lived here for thirteen years now and I have made several great friends. A few years ago, my parents divorced and my mother moved out. Nonetheless, I believe that it has made myself mature much faster than the people around me.

I had never wanted to live the life I was born into, but after fifteen years and a turning point in my existence, I wanted to escape more than ever. Who could have imagined that a few days on the road could change so much… Certainly not me.

“I-I couldn’t take it anymore, I snapped. She wouldn’t stop teasing me, I just wanted to teach her a lesson,” she crescendoed with emotion, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, “She kept saying things, even after I hit her once, so I didn’t stop. I hit, and I hit, and I hit until she was