Personal Narrative

It was a gloomy saturday afternoon an ash colored cloud covering every inch of the sky. My mom Tiffany, her boyfriend Kelly, and I all sat around the old wooden oval dining table. I was not thrilled to be sitting there thinking back on all of the other family memories that had been made with my dad and brother. My mom was saying something, but I wasn’t listening. It was like I was underwater my vision was a blurred around me, and everything was inaudible through my ears. Just seconds ago I had received possibly the most life changing news in my teenage years.
Just a couple months into one fourth through my sixth grade year my mom informed me that her and my father were getting divorced. At first I was devastated at this news I was so used

to having both parents, and didn’t know how to react to losing that connection. Eventually I got used to it being just me and my mom in the house, yet while also getting used to my dads new one room boxy apartment. About one month after my mom informed me of their split my mom introduced me to her boyfriend Kelly.
I was not thrilled at all with the Kelly it had felt like he had been trying to take my dad’s place.

Soon after meeting him my mom had Kelly move into the house with us, because of this I begged for more time at my grandma and grandpa’s so I wouldn’t have to be in the same house as Kelly. On the night before my first middle school concert we had been eating supper and I went into the living room to talk with my mom about the concert. On the way back to my bedroom and incident occurred between kelly and I which he thought was “joke”. Later on that night I snuck out of the house and ran over to my neighbors with tears streaming down my face because of what happened. After that a few more things occurred and my dad and I kept going to the police station to file reports. Finally, my mom and her boyfriend were tired of the reports and rumors around town that they decided to move to a town named

Manchester.
At the beginning of summer they began the move to Manchester while I temporarily moved into my grandparent’s house. My mom kept pressuring me into moving to Manchester saying I needed to get used to the town before school started.
I kept begging “please let me stay with dad or grandma and grandpa I love it here it’s home.”
“No Mena you need to come here and try something new, I understand how you feel but you don’t have a choice” Mom explain repeatedly.

I would then call my dad pleading to him to talk to mom to letting me stay with him or grandma and grandpa.
I would explain to him “dad I just started middle school everyone I know is here, please let me start with you or grandma. You know grandma would love to have me stay cause you know i’m her favorite.”
“M I know you don’t wanna move but you have to it’s good for you” Dad would say in a soft voice.
“But I don’t wanna I like it here” I winned back.
“I’m sorry but it’s not gonna happen you will have to move with your mom” He explained.
I mumbled “fine, bye” and would hang up the phone.
Towards the end of the summer I finally had to move to Manchester into the old two story apartment duplex. Before school started I often spent my days in my room watching the Twilight series over and over again on my old Dell

computer.
When the first day of school finally rolled around I didn’t know anyone, I walked into my first hour class of math with Mrs. Cassutt found my spot and observed the surroundings of what was my new school. Once class was let out i gathered my things and a girl with dark brown hair and a pink dress walked up to me and introduced herself as Ashlee. At first Ashlee was the only person I knew in that school eventually I got to meet new people, and my now best friend Chloe. I now realize moving to Manchester was a great decision I have met so many new people, made great friends, learned many new things, and best of all had the time of my life.