This house was a fixer-upper and on lots of land. The house was on a farm. It had a pond, huge fields and had a barn. I was starting to like it because i was able to go wherever I wanted and explore. When I started school there I made friends very quickly.
My home in Texas was all I had known for most of my life. Of course, my family traveled on vacations and went to visit relatives, but I hadn’t known any other home. I enjoyed living in Texas. The weather was usually warm so I could normally play outside with my neighbors, we had a sizable backyard with a small little grove of trees in one of the far back corners and a swing set and I had a capacious room with a window looking out to the street. I thought school was kinda’ fun and I enjoyed playing with my friends at recess.
So I stayed in my room for a majority of the time because I wanted to play with the friends I already had back at my old neighborhood. I would invite my friends over all the time so I could actually play with people my age. Then in a blink of an eye my Dad showed up. But I thought “ why is dad here.” Then i remembered it was the day before my birthday. Then the next day my Nana came to celebrate my 10th birthday.
We also have “huts” to live in.(background). We can be warm instead of freezing in the winter night. We also have chimneys and a fireplace in the huts.(background). We have even more warmth in the huts. We at least survived the winter, the hardest time of the year.(background).
As I sat there for two days, I wondered what the house was going to look like, what the neighbors would be like, and how the schools were. I never had to think of these things before. Two days later, my parents came and picked me up. On the way to my new home, my parents explained that it was not like the house we previously lived in. That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters.
I remember when my whole family went on a fishing trips. I remember when there was a big storm and the power went out and I was terrified. I remember the time I brought snacks to school and I tripped and my cookies went flying everywhere. I remember being so shy at conferences with my parents. I remember when my dance team got first place at our competition.
My grandfather catches me and puts his hand on my back and, I turn around and he yanks me by the arm, and I go out in town. While the i’m at town I saw a girl and I also saw the girl get scared, because there were people like bullies scaring her. Also while I am in town there is a scary man with balloons. Then I saw a scary wolf in a window and what happened was I accidently bumped into a man with a gun and, he yanks me by the shirt and slams me into a wall bumps me into a garbage can and he flipped me into the trash can. When me, and the duck are in the trash can the duck leans his head on me, and the i’m crying.
It was the end of my sixth grade year and the beginning of my life as a seventh grader. My brothers and I, as per my father 's wishes, were to start not only a new school year but to start a life with his family and him. We slept on the floor, which I found kind of strange since the other kids slept on beds. The nights were bitterly cold in a house we knew nothing of. We didn 't have blankets to keep warm, so we improvised using jackets.
I need to learn to survive and live on my own. As much as it hurt to say that, it’s true. I can’t go the rest of my life depending on him or his family. Although it would be nice to at least have someone there, life is never that fair or
I would also like to see my great aunt when she comes over to visit her mom. My great aunt lives in Oregon so we don’t see her that often either. My great grandmother lives down the road from us so we are always walking down to see