Divorce-Personal Narrative Analysis

As a young child living with my mom, dad, and sister, I became use to lots of arguments. Like who's cereal is whose and who gets to use the tv first. Most of the time the arguments were over little things involving my sister and I disliking each other. That wasn’t the problem in our household. Although my parents fought often I never expected them to get a divorce. Heck, I didn’t even know what a divorce was when I was 11 years old. It was a normal morning in my house as I woke up smelling the nice and warm cinnamon oatmeal my mom used to make us every morning. I went about my normal lineup eating first, of course, then moving to the bathroom, and eventually putting my boots on and walking to school. It was only a short half a mile walk for my sister and I to get to the school. My morning started out great as I was outside dallying around with my friends at recess. However the morning wasn’t so great for everyone in my family. I am not too sure on what happened at my house that morning after I left but it was not good. …show more content…
I was sitting in class pretending to watch the teacher while I was in my own little world of vampires and werewolves. When all of a sudden the teacher got a phone call. The phone rang three times before Mr. Sorensen decided to pick it up. It was a call from the office and they needed me right away. Normally I was scared when I got called to the office, but that was usually when I did something terribly wrong. Which happened a lot in elementary school. As I walked unhurriedly to the office with one foot in front of the other I peaked through the window and saw my mom standing there. That could only mean two things. I was in really bad trouble or my mom was there to take me