Middle School-Personal Narrative

“Congratulations Mija, you did it!” My mom shouted as we were walking down the stairs of Dundee Elementary where I had graduated 6th grade. As we stepped down to the last step, I looked around and took a big gasp of air. “Ahhh! I did it.” I was excited I graduated but more excited for summer vacation and middle school. I will soon be walking the hallways and breathing the same air with all the preteens and teenagers! I was so ecstatic but then, my hand started sweating, my heart beat faster, and I began to feel nausea. I am no longer a kid? I am going to be in 7th grade, middle school? When I think of something bad all the bad thoughts start flooring in. Bigger kids, meaner kids, school fights, rumors, piles of homework, mean teachers, boy

The sun was shining, glaring in my face upon waking up. My sister and I got dressed and headed out the door. “We’ll be back mom!” we yelled as the door closed behind us. Those were the days, you could go anywhere and not have to worry about criminals waiting to snatch you up. We would leave and be back by dinner to tell our adventures of the day. We came back earlier than usual because we got news from one of our neighbor friends that mom was looking for us. Communication back then was simple, no cell phones, no tablets just simple shouts from the window or friends relating the message. When we got home I noticed our mom sitting in the living room talking to someone. “Dad, You’re here? I was so happy! My dad lived in Los Angeles, California and would come down a couple times a year to visit us but, he would never let us know, so when he came, we were always surprised! He would stay for a couple of days and then he would be back on the road. This time was different, he wanted to take us back with him for the summer to stay with him and my older sister Fanny, she was 19 yrs old, and at the time, had recently moved permanently to the U.S. She was born in Honduras and stayed there with my grandma and our older brother Jose, while my parents came to the United States to find a better life and go back to get them. It took later than expected to apply for permanents resident cards and bring them back but they brought Jose first and a year later Fanny. As for my

Such a bittersweet moment. I didn’t have much to pack, a few outfits, books, and hair supplies, and of course I couldn’t forget my hair gel and smooth down brush. My hair was not like most, it was curly but curly was an understatement. When you think of curly hair most people think of bouncy no frizz curls, well I do at least. My hair was a wild beast that had to be put up to be tamed or else it would go crazy and scare the entire neighborhood. Mom worked two jobs so she wasn’t always able to fix my hair all the time, which it was better for me because when she tried it didn’t turn out so good. I gathered my stuff and placed them in the back of the trunk, I turned around and noticed my mom, standing there with a smile like always but I could sense her sadness a mile away. For the last 11 yrs she was all we knew, cared and loved. We were leaving her today and deep down, it was killing her. We’ll be back at the end of summer and I cannot wait to tell you all about it mom I said to her as I squeezed her so tight and long enough to wipe my tears running down my face. I couldn’t let her see cry, it would make it harder than it already was. I knew it would be different but I was excited for the challenge. She wasn’t a strict mother pretty laid back, time to time we would burst that bubble of anger but it never lasted long. I remember the time we made pies out of mud and spent all day making different designs. Came home with our hands and