Narrative Introduction

As I opened the door, I had my headphones in and I was listening to one of my favorite songs. I really wish I hadn’t because there was my mom sitting there with my brother and boxes packed. My mom asked me to sit and told me we were moving. I realized then this was no joke and asked, “Were to”? “Orem” my brother answered this time he sounded mad. “When”? “Two weeks at the most.” “Ok” I went to school the next day and kept quiet I decided that I would just disappear. I wasn’t ready to leave I had lived here for my whole life. Two weeks went by fast. I was checked out and headed to my new home and worried. It was going to take some time getting use to it. On my way there I learned two things 1. I found something I hated 2. I knew this could be a good or bad thing I wasn’t sure. Ive now lived here for 3 years and learned that although I hated it I loved it. I made new friends and completely new that if I had not moved I would have never met the people I did.

Kirra