Personal Narrative-The Move

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The Move On a windy day in October it started off like a typical day, dreading to go to school and dragging through the day. I walked in the door, greeted with a slobbery kiss and a tail hitting my legs rapidly as if everything would end normally that day. My dog would never have known that the entire day I couldn’t focus on my school work with all the scenarios racing through my head. She wouldn’t have known that on the ride home my body wouldn't stop shaking, the feeling of fear taking over. I hugged my little brothers, they knew by the look of distress on my face what would happen that day, if only I could take them with me. Holding them reminded me of the conversation we had a couple of weeks beforehand. A shiver ran down my back as the memory of their heartbroken faces filled my head. “Why do you have to leave Kayla? We can’t live here without you.” Those words still run through my head. Walking into my room, I sat down with my notebook and started to write. It…show more content…
I paced around my room until I received the message I never wanted to receive. “Where did you go?” I responded telling her to look in my room, where she would find my letter. She then tried to call me, my father, and the house phone. I received multiple text messages that I truly did not know how to respond to. How do you tell your mother you don’t want to live with her anymore? How do you explain you don’t feel happy happy in her home anymore? I just wanted a stronger and healthier relationship with my mother, and I felt this would help with that. I called her and as tears streamed down my cheeks, I explained what had to happen. She didn’t understand, she couldn’t knowing the fact that I finally stood up to her. I wanted to be a role model to my siblings and show them how someone should act. I want to prove to them we all can stand up to her. No mother, or parent should make their children feel sad and alone, nobody deserves
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