Personal Narrative: Moving To Indianapolis

The sun was beating down hard, making the snow sparkle, and the ice was shiny when the light hit it. When the bell rang the school doors opened, and we were greeted with the blast of cold air that came from that freezing cold Indiana day in February. It was the day that everything about my life was going to change. It was the day that I was no longer going to be comfortable with my surroundings, my life, or even myself. It was the day that my parents informed me that we would be leaving everything that I had every known. It was the day that we were moving two hours away to Indianapolis, but in my mind we might as well have moved across the country. I had been attending a private school since the young age of five. I had known many of the …show more content…
You will be attending a public school, in a great neighborhood, and we will be building a new house.” After she finished saying this, I don’t remember what was said after that. Everything she said was just a blur to me. All that was running through my head was, “I have to leave my school that I have been at since starting school, I have to leave my teachers that have been mentors to me, I have to leave all of my family, I have to leave the house that we just built and finished,” but the biggest thing that was going through my head, was all of the friends that I was going to have to leave …show more content…
She was nice, but she was nothing like any of the other teachers from my old school. My first class of the day was science. I liked science; it was my favorite subject back home. When I sat down though and the teacher started talking, he began talking about how we were created from monkeys and the world exploded and that’s how all of the landmasses ended up where they were today. I had never heard anything like this. I came from a school that had taught be that God created the earth and that he made me in His image and suddenly everything I had ever known was being called a