Maumelle Narrative

I didn’t want to have to leave my friends in Nashville and be forced to make new ones in Atlanta. I didn’t want to get used to another new house or another city. I just wanted to stay in the only place I could call home. As the day of my departure approached, I thought of running away, so I wouldn’t have to move and my dad could keep his job in Atlanta. Thankfully, I never went through with it. When the day finally arrived, I was everything but ready. My mom had picked my brother up from school early to help move boxes out of the house and into our car while the movers haled broken down beds, and other pieces of furniture into their industrial moving trucks. Once everything was packed into trucks, paper work was finished and dogs were loaded in the car, we began the long 4-hour trip to Atlanta as dusk made its way to the sky. The trip itself was a calm one, we managed to avoid any major accidents on the highway, and we were traveling around 8 o’clock so the traffic had died down. As we drove I couldn’t help but think back to the friends I left and what was to come

In 2002 I moved to Papillion, Nebraska and instantly me and the little girl across the street clicked. We did everything together from the day we met. Some of my favorite memories with her are doing lemonade stands, riding our bikes around the neighborhood

It was the hottest day of the year as we packed up a big U-Haul truck, and thats when it hit me this would be the last time I would lave Florida. Today I was moving from my home town, Lakeland, FL, to a town I would have to meet new people and start a new... school! "Alrighty, looks like we are all packed up and ready to hit the road" my mom said in a teary and shy voice. This day could not get any worse.

I thought today would be just another normal day in chilled Maryland, but oh could I have been more wrong. The day started out just like every other. My little eleven-year-old heart was full of jubilance. I was having an admirable day with all my friends, and I had no worries. None of my siblings knew that an event that night at dinner was about to change our lives for better or for worse. My family and I sat down at aged table and we could all feel the tension that surrounded the air. “We have something to tell you guys, and we don’t want you to get upset” declared my mother. This statement made me nervous. Anytime some says not to get upset, you know something has happened that is going to change your entire live. “We are moving

Once my parents separated, my mother, sister, little brother and I left my grandmother’s house to stay with different relatives until my mother got it together. But our first stop was act my older sister’s house. It was different waken up somewhere different, waken up in a new environment, and new retinues. Once we adapted to one living situation it seemed like it was time to move again. Once I stated to get attached to my nieces and nephews it was hard for me to leave them and start over again but I couldn’t change anything. It seemed like my mother had it all together now. I had started a new school, new setting new house. I was excited again happy to have my own space again. Things were going great until it was time to

Well I live in the country now but I lived in town for a little while, we lived in a neighborhood called lakeview estates, it was a neighborhood with nice homes and nice people. We were always known as the wild family I think, just because we were always outside playing or working on something.

“ Oh is this our house, wate! This is our house” I said in excitement. Then I ran in and saw the kitchen the the bathrooms then my room. IT had a “Welcome Home” sign in my room. I went to my stuffed animals and told them I was all back. I gave a big hug to my parents and told them that

As I stood near the whole my dad was diding all I could think about was the memorieze we had made together. When I first got him and he was so small and shy. He would run around the house sliding on the floor and making muddy footprints across the clean floor, and mom screaming to get off the floor. I don’t know why she got so mad he was only a puppy and he didn’t know any better. I didn’t realize I was crying until my mom handed me a tissue. My dad was lowering Cooper into the ground, and I lost it sobbing uncontrollably. Toby put his arm around me trying to get me to calm down. As my dad covered his grace Cassidy put flowers on top. Soon a huge drop of rain came crashing down out of the sky. We all decided it was time to go back home. As I slumped my way back to my room wonder what I was going to do. The rain keeps coming down; it was the perfect day to stay inside and not talk to anyone. The only bad thing was that I knew Monday was

We lived in New Athens until the middle of my first grade year, then we moved to Millstadt. My mom still lives in Millstadt now. My older brother and I both went to the public school MCS, and both my little brothers still go there now. They are in the fifth and sixth grade. I love living in Millstadt and going to MCS it was very fun at times. The only thing about Millstadt that I didn’t really like is how far away we were from other schools. We never got to interact with any other belleville schools and that kinda sucked because I didn’t get to experience being around other type of people until freshman

The summer going into 8th, it was both a joyful and unhappy summer. Unfortunately, my grandpa died in at the very end of my 7th grade year, only a few days before school got out. My grandma and grandpa lived in a large house in Spring Lake only a few blocks away from the beach, and when my grandpa passed it was just my grandma living there by herself. Coincidentally, my neighbors who lived right behind us were selling their house and moving to South Carolina. We talked to my neighbors before anyone else looked at the house because we knew that the situation could not be more perfect. Our neighbors were friendly but we were never really that close to them because they were older and quiet, but we knew that the house would be a perfect spot for my grandma to live so we can help her out. Our family knew that our grandma needed out help and she did not want to live alone, this move was great for everyone. It was settled and in about a month my grandma would be my new neighbor.

My parents forgot to mention that we were also moving houses within the upcoming weeks. I was also sad because I was not able to go to there houses anymore. We were moving to a different neighborhood so I had to adapt to a new environment. At first I didn't want to give this change a chance but I finally came to the conclusion that this was the best decision for me.

She touched the little box inside her pocket and smiled. She remembered all the adventurous days she spent with her chivalrous husband. She recalled traveling around the world, going to stunning, beautiful places. She remembered all the days they spent exploring new cities, trying new restaurants, and creating memories. Her husband passed away 6 months ago, and the pain was as fresh as the day it happened. He had been her best friend, her support, and her lifeline for 25 years. They built a beautiful life together, always traveling from city to city to find out what the world had to offer.

Walking home, cold and wet, something didn’t feel right. I couldn't really explain it, nothing seemed wrong with anything.I set my things down and sat by my German shepherd Kadee and petted her brown and grey fur. I can see in her vast brown eyes, she was cheerful to see me and I was overjoyed to see her, she wasn’t just my dog she was the best friend I ever had, But at the same time she was heartbroken. I wasn't sure why, but it made me upset seeing her like that.

Today I have to say my goodbyes, which has always been hard. Today I’m leaving my own special world. I’ve never lived in a world where my dog, Nika, doesn’t exist. All the thoughts started rushing through my head. Who am I going to talk to now? Who’s going to be at home waiting for me at the door? All of that is going to be gone in a blink of an eye, just all washed away with a single tear.

Being a 16 year old girl living in a small town I always thought about leaving for the big city life. I thought small town life was boring. I hadn't traveled much, never seen the ocean, never seen any great American land marks, and my family had never taken a vacation. We did only live 20 minutes from one of the towns most popular swimming holes, which is still my favorite place to be in the summer. My best friend Becky had lived with my family and I for about 3 years that summer, we pretty much did everything together, and as luck would have it the "summer of 16" as I like to call it kept us together even in travels. We both had learned that our grandmothers lived pretty close to one another in New Mexico. My grandmother is pretty wealthy and told Becky and I that she would pay for our bus tickets out to New Mexico. Becky and I were beyond excited!