Personal Narrative-Haunted House

I open the door to my room, and immediately drop my bag in the corner by the door. I sit down at my desk, and turn to page 37 in my textbook. I begin reading about the Aztecs, but it doesn’t stick. I close my textbook, and go downstairs to the kitchen. I struggle trying to find where the snacks are, but finally find them in the 2nd cabinet. In my old house, they were in the top cabinet, but I guess I’ll just have to get used to it. I grab a bowl of chips, and sit at the island staring at the surrounding walls. It’s all so foreign. When will this house feel like a home? I think to myself. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud closing of the door– Lucy is home. She sees me and directly comes over, and sits next to me. She doesn’t like leaving me alone, she says that it’s “not good to be so …show more content…
I’ve spent about a month in this house, and it still doesn’t feel like mine. Walking around I look at all the new furniture, and fancy décor. I step outside, into the backyard. I am greeted by my dog, Lisa. She hops around me, trying to catch my attention, but I stare at the clouds above. Dark and gloomy. I look down to see her rolling in the grass, and pat the top of her head. I grab a tennis ball from the grass, and throw it across the yard. She runs after it and returns it to me, I repeat. After about an hour of playing with Lisa, I walk back inside. Checking the clock, I see it’s 5:43. Mom comes home in 20 minutes. I try my best to walk up the stairs quietly, hoping Lucy won’t notice me but I fail. Lucy opens her door, and smiles at me. She begins to ask me questions about school, and the sort. I ignore her, because I hate to think about the times Monday to Friday I am constantly attempting to read the books, and solve the equations my teachers ive me. Sitting alone in the Library at lunch, and sitting in the back corner of all my classes because I 'm the new kid no one knows. The one no one wants to