Personal Narrative Analysis

I had always had an ordinary life. Every day was identical to the next, like clockwork. At this point in time, I was in the eighth grade. Although this didn’t mean that I got to do anything extraordinary, I had survived another year. I was thirteen years old with no siblings, no pets, and practically no friends. I lived with my mother in a small apartment on the outskirts of town. One great thing about this was that the one friend I had stayed in the same apartment complex. Aaron and I went to the same school, rode on the same bus, and had a class together. We had known each other since we were toddlers and had told each other everything. He was more reliable than anyone else.
The summer was approaching quickly, which was my favorite time of the year. This was because I received the opportunity to stay with my father for a …show more content…
The flight lasted about five hours. Although for another kid my age it would’ve been difficult to be by themselves for so long, I had been used to it. My mother often worked until about eight, which left many hours for me to be alone. After the peaceful flight, I took a cab to the old wooden house. This ride took half an hour, but Aaron called to keep me company. I remember us talking about school projects, walking from our house to the gas station down the road, and painting his room a bright green. By the time we had finished talking there were just a couple minutes left until I was finally there. A picture of the house painted my mind from the summer before, and I realized how much I missed it. It was about ten at this time, and was fairly dark when the cab came to a stop at the beginning of the road. I hopped out, grabbed by backpack, and approached the door. Before I knocked, I took a deep breath thinking of what to say. Just then, the door slowly opened to a tall man with dark brown hair and a raggedy t-shirt on. I tried to speak, but no words came