Personal Narrative: Moving Away

Bah! Ouch! “Why would you shoot my face!?” My brother and I were outside playing with dirt and Nerf Guns. It was mid afternoon a windy summer day, when we heard hollering inside the house. It was my mother; she was shouting extremely loud, I felt my ears popped when I approached the side door.. My sister came out and told us to stay. Immediately I thought someone was hurt, physically..
This was the day my life changed; it changed very dramatically at that. I wish me and my siblings could of stopped it. That day, my mother was yelling at my father.. I never really understood why. I just remember him taking his clothes and the car keys and he left… crying. A couple of weeks later my mother and I were moving into my grandparents guest room. Two-hundred fifty six miles away. We lived there for quite some time. I couldn’t precisely complain, I was only eleven years old. I had no idea moving here would ruin my life; or losing half of my family would dramatically change my inputs and decisions. …show more content…
I always looked up to my older sister. Considering the fact that she was an entire eight years older than me, and had more experience in ‘everything girl’ that I could not. Truly I was shook, I was never the girl with the best relationship with her mother, I was a tomboy; I would get in trouble for putting worms in people's hair or clothes. I didn’t actually have problems back home that I needed to express with anyone, we would fight and make up. This was a drastic change for me that I could not simply adapt to easily. I had feelings now about everything it all happened too fast, rather fast for my liking. There I am from a five person household down to a two person household. I was in a drought of ideas to share things with my mother; like I was in a drought of family. The painstaking idea that I had no one to understand me anymore was tremendous, I was