Everybody sat around the spacious living room, each person absorbed in their own task: Mom and Dad sitting on the love seat, a stack of papers on mom's lap, Steve and Bruce sitting across from each other playing cards, and Natasha sitting on the arm of Clint's chair, twirling one of his arrows. Thor sat on the other chair with Ada in the chair next to him. Loki and I were on the on the other loveseat. Loki and I had been talking about moving out and getting our own place. We had finally decided on a place in the Upper East Side, we were going to tell them today as we had already started packing our things. I didn't care what they had to say, it was time that I moved out on my own. '' Hey guys '' I said, grabbing everybody's attention. '' Loki and I decided to move out and get a place of our own. We decided on a lovely little apartment in the Upper East Side''. Everyone but Dad smiled. '' What the hell do you mean you're moving out? Stark Towers is your home '' Dad asked angry. '' Exactly what I said. I'm moving out '' I said calmly looking him in the eye. …show more content…
Not only that, but you're the daughter of an avenger and that puts an even bigger target on your back! We can't protect you if something happens! '' '' I can protect myself just fine! '' I yelled at
This summer seemed to fly by as if it had never happened at all. Perhaps it didn’t. June had arrived in a heartbeat, considering I had my graduation to prepare for and has kept be more than occupied. July and August were Hell on Earth, and I can’t seem to change that it was all my fault. Now that September has graced us with its presence, I was finally able to move away from my home in Shenandoah, Louisiana, to move in with my aunt, Lorelei, so far away from home.
“Oh my gosh! We bought a house. I am so excited. We don't have to move anymore. No more packing!”
I moved to the house I now live in when I was three years old. I was so excited to move as this meant I was going to live closer to my grandpa. What I did not realize was what wonderful neighbors my family would have. Although the neighbors’ kids were all a lot older than my brother and me, they were always very nice and would play lots of different games with us. I thought this was so cool considering that they were all boys. The oldest boy, Jayson, had cerebral palsy. Jayson was 18 years old. He walked a little funny and talked a little funny, but he was so friendly.
“Agh but mom.” Alex grumbled, turned over in bed and slammed the pillow over his head.
I could think of a place not that far away that use to be happy all day, everyday. The kids were able to stay outside until the street lights came on, having fun like there wasn’t anything going on. Its called our neighborhood. When we were younger there was not this much going on. None of the shooting, fighting and gang violence that's happening now. Everything has changed, people went a little bit too far on drugs, alcohol and stopped caring about their children, their future and everything around them.
“Go to your room,NOW!” dad yelped.Just as I was on the last step,there was a knock on the door, It was Jacob.
As teenagers, we tend to think that we don't need our parents help, but I must admit that it’s not easy living without either one by your side. For my second year of high school, I moved away from home and became a boarder at Bolles. At first, I was so overly excited to be away from home because I thought I was about to have all the freedom in the world. Well, soon enough I learned that I thought wrong. Of course, being in the dorm environment consisted of certain rules to ensure our safety and of course there were rules that the borders, including myself did and do not agree on. Over the past three years, I have observed that the boarder population feels like some rules are not made for our safety, but made to stop us from having a little
“We’re moving,” said my mother after she had enough. I just wanted to make her happy after everything she had been through. She lived an arduous life: she escaped communist Vietnam, only to settle down and subsequently deal with a decaying marriage that forced her to raise me alone. I didn’t ask questions or wonder about all the things I was leaving behind. In the long run, I just wanted to please everyone.
My mom looked nervous, but she displayed an abundance of excitement. I didn’t know what they wanted, but before I knew it my dad started lecturing us, and then after about what seemed forever, he finally displayed his point, he enthusiastically stated the next words that will echo throughout my head, for eternity. “Kids your mother and I made a decision, to move to Bulgaria.” A million different responses swirled in my head.“What? When? Why?”
As I ripped up the scratch paper from my notebook, I personally feel undiminished as I brainstorm my flashback. I was originally from Vietnam, the place that gave me a vivid image of poverty. My parents had insufficient money to spare every month, not enough to cover my school fees. Fortunately, on April 20 2007 the day where our lives change dramatically. Without doubt, I was really analytical as into why my parents started packing all of our clothes up. My mother told me we're moving to a place where I'll be able to have better opportunities in life, I'll find new friends, and I'll be able to attend school. I was fascinated by the idea of schooling, because I've never experienced that. I was jubilant but I was also feeling foreboding. Fast forward to when I've
I don’t know why I remember the time we moved out of our apartment. We’ve moved before, but this time we were moving into a house. My family was one day away from being able to move into the house that we would soon be calling home. Unfortunately, a family had already bought our old apartment, so technically we were left homeless for a night. Our solution was to spend a night in a storage unit where all our furniture was being held.
It’s odd how things can change so drastically over a few months, Last year everyone was happy and talkative but now there’s an obvious avoidance between family members. People who once have me big hugs and smiles now avert their eyes and miss out on our family events. Granted our family isn’t the most traditional mexican native-american(chumash) mix but we still make an honest attempt at being together for the holidays. However I can see the events that are leading up to this thanksgiving are causing this drift in the family.
At my school, students go through the process of getting their rooms for the next year slightly after the midway point in the year. Last year during this time, my best friend and I decided to room together. However, shortly after, my friend withdrew from the school due to personal issues. This sudden withdrawal caught me completely by surprise and left me in a unexpected predicament. I was too late to get a single, and all my friends had already found roommates for next year, I had no idea what I was supposed to do for housing. Naturally, I went to talk to my school’s dean to figure out my situation. I assumed that they had extra rooms prepared in case of this kind of event. After my meeting, I learned that the only rooms they had available
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember.