Personal Narrative

It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school. After showering and getting dressed, I walked downstairs to feed my dog and prepare myself a last-minute breakfast before leaving. “Can we please go?” I yelled as I read the time 7:41 on the microwave. I usually liked to arrive at school early to talk to my friends and occasionally walk to Racetrac or Chick-fil-a.

As I walked in the door to my house I knew something was wrong when I saw my father’s face. He looked upset and scared , I really wanted to ask how his day was but I just couldn't. “Papa what was wrong?” . I asked. “We’re moving to America on Saturday.” This was going to be indeed a huge challenge for me. The next day I kept wondering what would it be like in America and how my friends would react if I thought them bye. At the time I was in first grade so leaving my friends would be bad for me. I knew simple English so America wouldn't be as hard for someone who didn’t know any english at all. The whole class time I would be thinking of America and wouldn't pass attention to what the teacher would say. Recess came and it was time for me to tell my friends that I would be leaving Vietnam for America. I walked to my friends and was a little bit shy and scared to them. “Guys…

I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself. Twenty minutes passed and I was off the bus heading to my locker when a old friend of mine approached me. She told me that my best friend (may I add my only friend) had called me a brat and said she didn’t want to

I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud.

When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty. He didn’t want anything to happen to me again. He didn’t want me to have a fate like Johnny’s. Don’t think about it, I said to myself. Johnny has been dead awhile. Don’t think about it now. I reached our house and walked in through the front. Soda was sitting on the couch, watching the television.

It was July 12, 2012 when my parents told me, "We are moving to Tennessee because we are going to buy a business." I was very mad because I had to leave my relatives and friends. However, It was also an opportunity to start over and experience new things. When we arrived, we stopped by my cousin 's house. I stayed there until we found a place to stay close to the business. On August 8, 2012 it was my first day of school at McEwen High School. I was very nervous and scared. The school was very small and everyone knew each other. A new student was a big deal, they want to know all your business. My parents bought the Dairy Queen, so everybody already found out because it was a small town. The first day I wore Jordan 's, and everyone else was wearing boots. CULTURE SHOCK!

Our most appreciated administrators and teachers, dear parents, adored friends, ladies and gentlemen, a pleasant morning to you. It is a great privilege for me to be standing here in front of you to express the happiness that we feel in our hearts today. I am Amal a student who has been going to AIS for 8 years now. They say “Today we learn, tomorrow we lead”. That’s true those three years made a difference. Those 3 years will be a step to the future, a step closer to our goal.

My first day of school in Chisholm. I was nervous yet very excited, I had met two of my teachers but the others weren 't there so I was in for a surprise. The teachers were all nice and classes were easy, I had to make more friends since the ones I already had, didn 't have any classes with me but that was fine. I wondered around school not remembering were any of my classes where. I had a top locker and I 'm not very tall but I was fine with it, most of the time at least. My locker combination wasn 't very hard but it still took me multiple times to unlock my locker. Most of my classes were fun but the day didn 't go as fast as I thought it would. I mostly sat at tables with girls when it was lunch. I didn 't know a lot

It was a normal morning in my house. As usual, my dad woke me up and I got ready for my day. I moped out to the kitchen where my breakfast was waiting. When I walked onto the bus and arrived at school. I walked into Kaneland John Stewart Elementary School and walked into my first grade room. Standing at the board, was a substitute. Everyone was shocked. As we finally settled down the teacher welcoming exclaimed to us, "Good morning first grader's! Mrs. Doll will not be here today." Everyone was sad that Mrs. Doll wouldn't be at school, but there was nothing we could do about it. So we went on with our day. The substitute acknowledged us to go on the carpet and that she was going to tell us a story. The sub read the first part and it

As I heard my grandparent’s conversation I came to realize what was going on. It was time to be with my mom. I felt excited but at the same time scared, It feels like it was just yesterday. Two days later I found myself packing. I packed everything that’s when I came to realize what was truly happening. I was moving to a different country, leaving behind my culture, my language, my family and friends. Finally, the day had come, as I kissed my parents goodbye I stared long and hard at my house begging for just one more day. Tears kept running down my cheeks as we drove further and further away.

It was a normal day at Kaneland John Shelids, my school. I walked into the school and to class with my two closest friends straight off the bus, normal.

In late fall 2011 I had begun to settle down. I was very familiar with my new school; I had built up a great reason repeoine with my teachers, I did not quite connect with my old friends, but I had met new ones. Everything was going well except my family life. I went to school one day at 7:15a.m. arrived at home at 3:00p.m. did my homework and at 4:00 p.m. I was thrown into adulthood in the blink of an eye when my mom uttered these five words “ Yakira I have breast cancer “ I started to scream no mama no, that’s not fair, I balled up in a little ball and my mama held me as I cried in her arms. My mother cried my

When I was eleven years old I received some of the most exciting news. I was named one of the drummers that made it in the 5th grade honor band. When I walked into the Lincoln band room, Mrs.Bell our old, short brown-haired teacher came up to me and said, “Congratulations! You are one the drummers that made it into the Iowa Honor Band!” My face got all red and I didn’t know what to say. All through out band it was the only thing I could think about. I was so excited to go home and tell my parents the good news!

My pulse is high. Even though I wanted this it just feels so scary. Please world get better and more joyful without this mess. Please take me somewhere safer.

It was a typical sunny day in California. The only problem was this day wasn 't typical at all. I remember the day quite clearly. The day my parents told me that I had to move. The day my life changed.