My First Summer-Personal Narrative

As the rising sun shines through the curtains, I open my eyes to the beautiful colors of blue, green and gray. The humming bird moved from flower to flower smelling them and deciding which one it likes better. Spring is the best time in Michigan when all the birds are out and the sun is not to hot but not to cold. Carleton is a nice small country where neighbors are very friendly and you don’t have to worry about anything because nothing really happens in the country. The land is wide and long with horses and cows everywhere and the smell of fresh air all around you. I start to get out of bed and get dressed. That’s when I hear it, the sound of little kids running all around the house waking everyone up. Luckily I was already awake and woke up to a beautiful morning but the noise coming from the other side of my door just made me want to leave the house.
I get dressed and leave my room. I tell all the kids to go outside while me and my older sisters make them breakfast. We finished making pancakes for them and sat down to eat with them. My dad grabbed some food and left for work. So did the older …show more content…
I couldn’t stand being in a foster home. It wasn’t the same like home and I missed all the noise and all the things I had to do at home. I didn’t cook at my foster homes and I had to go to public schools my last three years. I thought that night when I called the cops that they would only threaten him to stop or things can get worse but that’s not what happened. I still think of what would have happened if I didn’t call the cops. Would I still be in the same situation or could I have tried to talk with my dad and settled everything out. After three years of moving from foster home to foster home I finally turned eighteen. I got my own apartment and a job. Every once in awhile I would think about going to see my dad or at least my mom when my dad wasn’t home. I found out that one older brother was living with