Write A Narrative Essay About Moving Narrative

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

[Being Unprepared] Because you have been sick, out of town, busy at work, or working on other homework, you didn 't have as much time to study for an important test as you needed. Everyone going to school has been in this situation. Think of a specific test that you took that you felt unprepared for and narrate the events. Tell your readers about the preparation that you were able to do, the reasons that you didn 't get to prepare as well as you wanted, taking the test, and any significant events that happened after you took the test. Your paper should help readers understand what it felt like to be unprepared.

• After spending time away from the draft of your narrative essay, read through the essay and think about whether the writing effectively recreates the experience for your readers.

A lot of wrong people tried to use me according to their will so I have to be very careful in that situations.

Graduation day is something many people will never forget. One of my biggest moments in my life was the day of graduation and the weeks leading up to it. It was one of the most exciting but nerve-racking moments in my high school years. Hearing my name being called to receive my diploma made things so surreal. I realized I was walking toward a new beginning in life and at that moment I realized how fast time had past. I was no longer a child anymore.

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

I felt really connected to your experience after reading your personal narrative essay. I could relate to your essay because I suffered a lost in my family too. When I was really young, my grandma passed away suddenly and my time with her was cut short significantly. So, reading your personal narrative essay made me reminisce back to the day I found out she died. Similarly, just like you I went through a wave of emotions consisting of shock, grief, and acceptance. I'm sorry for your loss and I can't imagine the full extent of what you went through.

I started this holiday season off depressed! I can’t lie I wanted to skip it! I wanted to leave to a tropical place and forget about the holidays! Why; Because I didn’t get my way, because the world is a mess and my feelings are hurt about it, because my family is too and I can’t fix it. I felt as though my life was a mess and I couldn’t celebrate that. I spoke to a friend about this and this is what she said in a nutshell… “You are looking in the wrong direction. You are so focused on the things that have gone wrong you are not seeing the things that are right. Turn around.” So, I did. This morning I opened my computer and looked at all of the photos that I have taken this year this is what I discovered…..

What started to be a beautiful day turned into a dark, stormy night. As the dry lightning cracked across the sky. I had storm clouds gathering in my eyes. I couldn’t wait for the so called twister the weatherman called for. I wanted everything to be blown down. I wanted nothing left. I wanted every brick, board, and every door destroyed. I wanted every window shattered until there was nothing left. I started to hear the screaming sirens as I looked around there was no one to be found. So I locked myself in the basement as I listened to screaming wind. I heard my dad scream “Bri let the rest of us in I had to call your brothers down to take some shelter.” I smiled as I let them in and thought to myself, man I can’t wait to see the damage that will be done. I kept telling myself maybe every brick, board, and door would be destroyed and every window shattered.

It all started one day when I came home from school. I moseyed upstairs to my bedroom to change out of my school clothes. I heard a voice echoing from downstairs calling my name, it was my dad yelling for me. I bolted downstairs to see what he wanted. I ambled to the living room to see my whole family sitting together. I asked what was going on and no one answered. My mother tells me to sit down, we have to talk to you and your brother. I had so many questions, we had never had a family meeting like this before. My father then broke the news that we were going to move to the city of West Lafayette. I sat there in awe, I had no words I had so many things going through my head all at once.

The next week with a little less than a week left of school my mom takes us to school to drop off our books. While doing that I stopped in a class and said good bye to all my friends. I was afraid this day was come so I didn’t say anything to them until that day, I said goodbye we hugged and I left. I on the drive over to the new place it ended up raining making it an even worse day. The new place was nowhere close to how nice our old place was, the new was a beaten up old trailer in an old trailer park in Amelia.

High school, is arguably some of of the most important years in a child’s life. Many of us have different backgrounds, stories, or experiences that have shaped who we are today. Some stories are dramatic, tragic, depressing. Most stories are exciting and fun! Sadly, my experience falls under the first category, tragic and dramatic. That isn’t always a bad thing though, sometimes it takes a lot to shape someone into who they are today, even if it has to wreck their life for a few 6 weeks.

About ten years ago my family decided to move. It was a heartbreaking decision for the whole family but it was for the best. My family including, my brother, who was just turning one years old, my mom, dad, our dog Milo, and I. It was a hot, humid summer day and we were putting everything that we own into the moving van and the car. My mom mostly held me as my dad was packing up our belongings. Everything to me at that time was very quick and it was a big blur. At age three, I didn’t remember much at that time but I do remember most things. My feelings were one of the things I remember the most. I felt bewildered, I liked our house and I wanted to stay here. It was the best for the family though because it meant that we would be closer to my grandparents.

Certain people in our lives affect us. My aunt, Dianne Schatz, influenced me the most in my life. As a kind and selfless person, she always helped those who could not help themselves and moved mountains for the people who needed someone to fight for them. She was my rock, my hero, and my role model. A lot of my ideas and thoughts of life have come from the mountain of inspiration Dianne Schatz left behind.

As a child my family household was tightly knitted. My parents were married, I was the youngest of three children, and we had the picture perfect home according to society. Time passed by and within my teenage years my parents were divorced and I had no stable household because of the joint custody that was placed upon my parents by the court system. Sickness struck out in the life of my sister and we experienced the first real scare in our family. I became the most rebellious child in my family simply because I didn't understand what was going on in my family, we were experiencing a true nightmare in paradise. My adult years in my family life was like an awakening, or so I thought. My family all moved to different areas of the country, and we experienced the biggest blow of them all. My father was killed in a one car accident, as hard as it was that was the only situation that brought us back together as a family. We all