Personal Narrative: The Move

The Move Just thinking about that warm, June day, still brings tears to my eyes. I have always loved my life the way it was; waking up, eating breakfast, going to school, learning, leaving school, go to dance until late, come back home and do homework, and then go to sleep. This was my daily routine. I always had to make sure that I worked hard, which I did. For school, I was in the third grade and currently in all honors courses. In dance, I was doing a solo, had four group numbers, and a production number. I am sure some people believe that this is an abundance of work and that it is tiring, yet I on the other hand found it extremely enjoyable and entertaining because I did the two things I admired;
The actual last day of school would be tomorrow, but today was the last day of exams. On these tests, there are numerous difficult questions and we are supposed to remember everything that happened throughout the whole school year to get a high score then pass. Being that we had to be quiet, it wasn’t going to be terrible since it was going to be the last day of all the exams. When we were done, we were allowed to go to the field and hang around with our friends. I would sense all the weight lifted off my shoulders as I finished my tests, and I was going to be able to be with my best friends on the field once we finished. Upon my arrival, I ran straight to class and entered promptly. The teacher was just about to start calling attendance and the bell was going to ring in less than a minute. After she finished, the tests were handed out and it was time for the last examination, and I was
Being glum was never the best way to start my day. Like always, my mother yelled for me to get in the car as my shoulders were drawn down as I slouched, and I was staring at the floor as I headed down the stairs. While I was getting in the car, I tried my hardest to hold in my emotions. I blinked a few times and pondered of happy thoughts, hoping I would find it beneficial. I arrive at school, once again in a timely fashion, but instead of doing work, today we were going to be having a more social day. This is when we would all play games, go to the fields, and socialize. These days were amazing, because it was the only time we were free and had the best time of the school year. Time flew by so quickly that it hadn’t been until one of the administrators blew their whistles, indicating for us to head back to the cars, and students picking up their things, that I realized the day was over and I had to say goodbye. I was a wreck. My eyes just flooded up with tears, my hair was frizzy, and I just wanted to stay put and never move. My friends questioned me if I was okay, and that's when I nervously and gloomily told them the news. It was extremely difficult telling them. I gulped so many times just to get some words out and they would just not make their way out of my mouth. Right after I told them, we started hugging, which lasted for a long time until another one of the