Personal Narrative: Moving To Florida
When I walked in the doors of our house, I looked to the left where our couch was and saw my parents sitting facing towards me with nervous faces. I set my bag on the ground next to the door, and I set my shoes next to my bag. I slowly turned around and walked towards the couch, hesitant to take a step forward. Part of me considered bolting--running for the door. Their faces were plastered with anxiety, and I tried to think of what I had done. Nothing clear came to mind. Once I finally sat down, I looked at my parents and said, “What's wrong?”
“Ummm,” my mom says quietly, “your dad got a job, and it’s a good job where he will make a lot of money,”
“Ok, then why are you acting like it’s a problem?” I ask, unsure of why my mom was so nervous. …show more content…
His voice straight-to-the-point, which caught me off-guard since his voice was usually calm and relaxed.
As soon as the words processed in my head, I realized exactly what this meant. Moving? To Florida? That meant leaving behind all my friends, moving to a place I don’t know, packing up my whole word into a cardboard box--do they realize what they’re doing to me?
“NO! I am not moving, I can’t just leave all my friends, I can’t just leave school with only two months left,” I said angrily. I got up and stormed to my room, I slam the door, leaving my parent’s by themselves downstairs. Once I got to school I go to my best friend and ask him for help. I tell him about my parents and how I was happy for my dad getting a better job, but the only part that I couldn't get off my mind is that we have to move. I know that my best friend also has moved recently from Colorado, but he moved here when he was four years old so he really didn’t understand what was going
“Ummm,” my mom says quietly, “your dad got a job, and it’s a good job where he will make a lot of money,”
“Ok, then why are you acting like it’s a problem?” I ask, unsure of why my mom was so nervous. …show more content…
His voice straight-to-the-point, which caught me off-guard since his voice was usually calm and relaxed.
As soon as the words processed in my head, I realized exactly what this meant. Moving? To Florida? That meant leaving behind all my friends, moving to a place I don’t know, packing up my whole word into a cardboard box--do they realize what they’re doing to me?
“NO! I am not moving, I can’t just leave all my friends, I can’t just leave school with only two months left,” I said angrily. I got up and stormed to my room, I slam the door, leaving my parent’s by themselves downstairs. Once I got to school I go to my best friend and ask him for help. I tell him about my parents and how I was happy for my dad getting a better job, but the only part that I couldn't get off my mind is that we have to move. I know that my best friend also has moved recently from Colorado, but he moved here when he was four years old so he really didn’t understand what was going