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Personal Narrative - Moving Day


Little remains in the kitchen. We have to eat breakfast on the ground, since the table is completely disassembled. My mom looks at my sister and I. .
             "Today is the day your lives change forever" I can see the sadness in Bella's face, but she just nods. "I'm sorry that this isn't what you wanted Bella, but it's time for your sister to move on from this town. You will still see Jaclyn, I promise you " Bella nods. After we finish eating, we head back upstairs to get ready for the last time. This is the house that I have grown up in forever. I have lived here my whole life. As I start to get ready, I can hear some ruckus going on downstairs. Feet are shuffling throughout the entire downstairs. The movers are here. The swinging of the front door back and forth, my dog barking obnoxiously, my mom and dad telling the movers what to put onto the truck. This is the last time I will ever be in this house again.
             As soon as I am done getting ready, it is time for the movers to come in and move my boxes onto the truck. Watching the movers take my things was one of the hardest things I have ever had to witness. One by one a new man would come in to take a new box until my room was completely empty. Watching them helplessly from the hallway, I feel something I have never felt before. I felt my stomach sink down to my toes. Not the type of sinking you hear about in books when the girl meets the guy she will love in the future. The kind where it is complete and utter pain. My heart was completely torn out of my body. My body trembled. Excessively. My walls that were previously lined with boxes are completely bare. Nothing was left in my room. Walking around my room, I look at the walls. My eyes stop scanning and land on the time I drew on my wall in markers. The time I hit the wall with my toe. A half a centimeter wide red dot if you squint hard enough. I see the white spot, where the tock from a poster I hung up kept some of the pain for itself.


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