Personal Narrative: My Eighth Grade High School

When people think about graduation, whether it be eighth grade, high school, or college, it’s normally one of the best moments of their life. They’ve just accomplished a huge feat in their life, which is cause for a celebration. They are one step closer to achieving the ultimate goal they have set for themselves and are also maturing through the stages of life, gaining more responsibilities that will eventually shape them into well-rounded adults. However, this wasn’t the case for my eight grade graduation. When I realized that graduation was coming up I, like every other eighth grader in the school, was extremely excited and ready for what was supposed to be one of the greatest moments in my life, but it wasn’t. Far from it actually, the week before my graduate date, which was on …show more content…
We had to close the shade on the window because it was so bright outside. Half way into the movie, the principal comes into the class and tells me my mom is here to pick me up. I knew something was wrong at this point because my mom never randomly pulls me out of class. I get to the main entrance and my mom has tears running down her face and snot is everywhere. At first glance, I thought she looked ugly, disgusting, and needed to get herself together, then I realized for her to be like this something bad had to have happened and it made me worried. When we got in the car I asked mom what was wrong and she wouldn’t answer me, so I keep asking her until she finally answered me. She told me that she couldn’t say the news twice so I had to wait until we picked up my brother. After we picked up my little brother, she told us what happened, my aunt Tasha had just passed away this morning. She drove a school bus and she was on her way to pick up the kids when she died. I couldn’t believe it, I had just talked to her three days ago, how was she