Personal Narrative Essay: My Life In Annestown, Ireland

RICH I was alone. I sat on the concrete table in the schoolyard of the local school in Annestown. My parents and I had finally settled in Annestown, Ireland. I was an only child, and had no friends in this town, which made me very lonely. Let me start from the beginning. I am Caitlin Conchubair, which is my maiden name. Most people know me as Caitlin O’Connor, though. Early last year, my parents and I had ancestral DNA tests done to find out where we were from. Once we got them back, we discovered that we were Irish royalty, or descendants of royalty. This made me the 12th generation of Irish royalty since the reign of the last official king of Ireland. Crazy, right? Well, about 3 months passed and my parents decided to move on May 18 of 2010
We settled in a more rural part of the town, with a medium sized house along the beach, and have been here for a little bit less than 6 months. I was am only in 8th grade, so I promised my parents I would finish my schooling. Everyday, I go to school, sit by myself at lunch, in the halls, and mostly in the back of the classroom for every class. Except for chemistry, where this really nice, funny guy, Raegan Murphy sits with me and we talk about random things. Surprisingly, we happen to have a lot in common. His father works for the DMI, or the Directorate of Military Intelligence (which is like the FBI, but in Ireland), and we both listen to alot of the same music, and play the same video games, and have the same opinions about ALOT of things. We’re pretty much best friends. He’s my only friend, honestly. After we settled in Annestown, and I began to attend the local school, he offered to teach me Irish, which I know a little from living in Ireland until I was 3. So now it is November 12 of 2010 and I still have my one and only friend, Raegan. We were gonna have lunch together today, but he got sick last
My mother breaks into tears, and my father has to hug her and hold her. I ask a few more questions, and then I tell them that I will just have to get used to it, and we can’t change it. After I stay in the hospital for about another week, I go home on a wheelchair. On my second day home, I get a call saying that the police need me and Raegan for questioning. When we get to the station, they take us into a room and say that we might be involved in a serious criminal investigation, and they need us to tell them what we saw. After we tell them everything we know, they give us some surprising news. There is a criminal organization trying to end the bloodline of the Conchubair’s, and I am the one of the few last known living descendants of Roderic Conchubair, the last king of Ireland. The organizations is called the Irish Aristocracy End, or the IAE We contact the DMI, and they have a special “meeting” with us for questioning, also. After a few days, the doctor says that I may be able to walk again, but it will take ALOT of therapy, and I will have to work with a volunteer, since the therapists already have too many patients. “I would do that, but I have one problem. I don’t have any volunteers.” he