Personal Narrative-Moving
Moving
I was quieter than usual as my family piled into the car. We were going to go see our new house. The house I didn’t really know how I felt about yet. My parents had always talked about moving into a bigger house when I was younger, but I never thought it would actually happened. I couldn’t think of any reason why we needed to move. I liked our current house just fine--with all the fruit trees and the small backyard, and the room that me, my older sister, and my brother shared. Plus--moving houses meant we had to change schools. My sister and brother already went to our new school, but I didn’t yet. Our new school was a public school, not private, so that meant they wouldn’t let me into first grade--I wasn’t old enough. I wouldn’t turn
I was quieter than usual as my family piled into the car. We were going to go see our new house. The house I didn’t really know how I felt about yet. My parents had always talked about moving into a bigger house when I was younger, but I never thought it would actually happened. I couldn’t think of any reason why we needed to move. I liked our current house just fine--with all the fruit trees and the small backyard, and the room that me, my older sister, and my brother shared. Plus--moving houses meant we had to change schools. My sister and brother already went to our new school, but I didn’t yet. Our new school was a public school, not private, so that meant they wouldn’t let me into first grade--I wasn’t old enough. I wouldn’t turn