Moving Day-Personal Narrative

Moving Day The summer before my senior year was going to be the best one yet. Lying out in the hot summer air, going out with friends till one in the morning, sleepovers all week long, summer was going to be amazing! Not long into my summer vacation my mom had brought up the subject of us moving once again. It hadn’t really surprised me that she was bringing it up because I vividly remember her talking about it earlier in the year. She had been wanting to move for quite some time, always saying how nice it would be to get out of the city and into more of a country setting, perhaps to where my grandparents lived and some of my other close family. She spent the better part of the day discussing it with my brothers and me, and wanted to get our insight on the matter. Of course I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to leave my
We got to do a lot of shopping and decorating rather than sleepovers and long nights out with the friends. School was just around the corner and I have never had to go into a new school as a teenager and try to make new friends, it was something that made me really nervous and I wasn’t too sure if it was something exciting to be experienced, I just thought if it was anything like my old high school I was not going to be excited. My plan was to go in and only have to take a few classes so I could try and avoid that whole making new friend’s part. I didn’t know how to make new friends; I’ve never had to make new ones so it was a lesson to be learned. My first day of school came quickly I tried my best to make some kind of excuse so I wouldn’t have to go. The school was so much different, it was tiny, one story high and a quarter of the class size of my old high school. I was used to climbing up three stories of stairs like I was climbing Mount Everest and being practically out of air by the time I reached the top. No doubt about it this was a whole new