Up In Flames
Narrative Hook #2 One minute, one moment, one decision can change everything in the blink of an eye. All that I have known to be right is now wrong. All that was peaceful is now up in flames. I sit in the passenger seat in a strangers car, not even knowing where I am going. Tears of frustration, grief and confusion run down my cheeks with no control. I look down at my hands and crumple up the picture within them with a great force and great anger. “I have no family,” I whispered quietly so the driver of the car didn't hear me. The memory will never strip from my mind. I will live with this pain for as long as I live. The horrific memory was as clear as day. I look out the window as my eyes get lost in the trees. I close …show more content…
Remember, we’re moving into our new house today,” she replied while still concentrating on the long dirt road ahead of her. I look out the front window and see a house like no other. A house with splotchy peeling paint and a broken roof. I turn around in my seat to find my brother and my father both sleeping in the backseat just like they always would on long road trips. My Dad, with his dark chocolate locks and his amazing mustache that I always loved. And my twin brother Emery with his bleach blond hair just like mine always covering is beautiful bright blue eyes. Later that evening after we had all unpacked and after the boys woke up from their five hour cat nap, I decided to go with Mom to meet our new neighbors next door while Emery and Dad ordered in from the nearest pizza place they could find. It turns out that our new neighbors, the Johnsons are my Mom’s best friends from high school who she hasn't seen in forever. “Pack your bag sweetie, you will be sleeping over at my friends the Johnsons tonight. I'm sure that you’ll have fun with their daughter Charlotte,” she announced. Filled with excitement, I flew down the spiral staircase to my new room to pack my bags, yet again for the amazing night ahead. I packed all that I could, books, clothes of course, a sketchbook, and my favorite journal that never leaves my side no matter
Narrative Hook #2 One minute, one moment, one decision can change everything in the blink of an eye. All that I have known to be right is now wrong. All that was peaceful is now up in flames. I sit in the passenger seat in a strangers car, not even knowing where I am going. Tears of frustration, grief and confusion run down my cheeks with no control. I look down at my hands and crumple up the picture within them with a great force and great anger. “I have no family,” I whispered quietly so the driver of the car didn't hear me. The memory will never strip from my mind. I will live with this pain for as long as I live. The horrific memory was as clear as day. I look out the window as my eyes get lost in the trees. I close …show more content…
Remember, we’re moving into our new house today,” she replied while still concentrating on the long dirt road ahead of her. I look out the front window and see a house like no other. A house with splotchy peeling paint and a broken roof. I turn around in my seat to find my brother and my father both sleeping in the backseat just like they always would on long road trips. My Dad, with his dark chocolate locks and his amazing mustache that I always loved. And my twin brother Emery with his bleach blond hair just like mine always covering is beautiful bright blue eyes. Later that evening after we had all unpacked and after the boys woke up from their five hour cat nap, I decided to go with Mom to meet our new neighbors next door while Emery and Dad ordered in from the nearest pizza place they could find. It turns out that our new neighbors, the Johnsons are my Mom’s best friends from high school who she hasn't seen in forever. “Pack your bag sweetie, you will be sleeping over at my friends the Johnsons tonight. I'm sure that you’ll have fun with their daughter Charlotte,” she announced. Filled with excitement, I flew down the spiral staircase to my new room to pack my bags, yet again for the amazing night ahead. I packed all that I could, books, clothes of course, a sketchbook, and my favorite journal that never leaves my side no matter