Personal Narrative: Breaking Up In The Middle School Of Community School

Those good old superior days came to the end at the beginning of fifth grade. We were all required to attend Lincoln Intermediate for school combined with the entire Mason City Community School District for fifth and sixth grade. Unfortunately, the entire grade was separated into three groups that the school called families. Me, I was completely segregated from the entire Jefferson Elementary population.
On the first day of fifth grade, I came across this girl in my class named Maylee, Maylee Ariston. Instantly, we became best friends and still are five years later. As biased as it might sound, Maylee and I have had the most solid friendship for any two middle school girls. Throughout the last five years, we have never gone through the slightest argument, which is a really rare relationship to come across in this day and time. On the down side, we caused a lot of trouble together. In our younger years together, we had gotten into innocent troubles such as falling in old smelly ponds and purposely
By the time the first semester of fifth grade ended, my parents were well split up. I guess it was some way to put an end to the constant bickering and daily arguments. During this time period, me and my sister had bonded greatly over many hours of being locked up in the basement or shut up in our bedroom. Being the oldest child hadn’t felt as satisfying to me anymore as I had watched my sister struggle to understand the revisions our family was making, nor did I have as much clarity of the situation at the time. After what seemed like an eternity of battles, my sister and I came home from a visit at our aunt’s house to find my dad sitting on the couch with a suitcase awaiting our arrival. The suddenness set up the moment to be a blur. Even though neither of us knew what was actually happening, we had sensed all the hurt emotions rushing from my mom in the form of tears. Soon, Mandy and I added to the puddle being