Personal Narrative: My Transition Into Adulthood

Unlike most people there was no single event that marked my transition into adulthood. For me, it was a series of events that led to my epiphany that my childhood was over.

It was Tuesday, March first, 2011, my mother woke me up so I can start getting ready for school. I rose with eager anticipation, just four more days until my thirteenth birthday and I just couldn’t wait. I brushed my teeth and hurried down to eat the complimentary breakfast offered to us by the hotel we were staying at. You see we had been staying at a hotel for the past five months because the home we had been renting was foreclosed on so the utility companies turned off the power and the electricity. We had to get down at just the right time so that there was a small crowd but a lot of food so that we can take food back to the room to save for dinner. After breakfast, we
When I got in the car she told me we were going to stop at the Walmart near the hotel to get something to go with the food we had saved from breakfast. When we pulled into the parking lot a police car began following us. My mom parked the car and we got out and began walking to enter the store. The policeman jumped out of his car and started yelling at us to come back, it was at that moment when I felt it: something bad is about to happen. The police officer said that the rental car my mom had been driving was reported stolen because my mom's credit card had been declined. Then another police car pulled up and two officers got out and told my mom to put her hands on the hood of the car. Then a k9 unit pulled up and anther police officer and a dog got out. At that point, the first officer handcuffed my mom and put her in the back of the police car. Now all of the police officers were huddled talking meanwhile I stood there horrified. The police officer that arrested my mom came over opened the back door and told me to get in. he then slammed the door and walked back to the group of