Narrative Essay On Moving Day

By: Gracie/la Davis

You wake up and jump right out of bed; you cannot believe this day has finally come, the day you've been waiting your entire life for: moving day. Your name is Betty Lagware and you are eight years old, you have light brown hair and deep blue eyes like the ocean. Well that is how you describe them because you love the ocean. In fact you didn't eat fish for two years once. You are moving from Paulina, Oregon to a small town in the state next which would be Seabrook, Washington. Your new house is walking distance to the beach and docks. One more thing you have not been to your house but your parents have; you have not even seen pictures of your new home.

Your mother yells, "Come on Betty, we're leaving!" You throw on your second best summer dress, it has green flowers on a bright pink background and the trim is blue lace. As you speed walk down the stairs you see your older sister, Ruth crying;still crying,she has been crying for the last month or so. You don't see your father, older brother Ned, or younger brother

The house is lime green, (which makes it seem sort of bright) with triangle windows, and blue shutters which is nothing you have ever seen before; you have never even imagined a house like that. Now you spot your father and brothers unloading the truck: the couch, Homer's dresser, and a box marked Fragile "Must be the tea cups" you think to yourself. When you get inside your house you tell Ruth who is still sniffling, "I bet this house was just painted." She replies, "Mother told me that Rollec was built in 1884" "What did you call this place?" you ask. "Ro/lee. That is its name because the original owner's last name was Rolleca." Ruth