Personal Narrative: Moving To Louisiana

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Louisiana I hate moving. The fact that I’m leaving all my friends and my old house. I live in Florida. I love it there, its warm and sunny. I cannot believe I’m moving to Louisiana it will take weeks to get used to it and make new friends. The new house is in the middle of the country, I wont be near friends at all. As I said goodbye to all my friends I got in the packed full car with my mom. When I saw my town get smaller and smaller in the mirror as got just a little sad. I was disappointed to leave my home in Florida to Louisiana. I was a good day and a half of long hours in the car with mom. Listening to music and chatting the whole time. When we finally pulled up in a what was a overgrown driveway covered in weeds with shade of the trees above. I knew this was going to be our new home sweet home. As we finally pulled up the new house it was very broken. In the front 5 polls holding the roof up. The worn out brick was layered in thick busy weeds stretching up and around the whole house. Some windows were curiously boarded up some even broken. I saw something weird in the window. I pointed it out to mom she said it was just dirty but I knew I saw a little girl. She was dirty and about six or seven. She looked upset like she lost her favorite stuffed animal. I …show more content…

I was glad I had won. Or so I thought. Then lightning fast my bathroom door swung open. I jumped up looking around the room for signs of anything. I heard my floor board creak all around the room. By my window I heard scratching on the glass. I heard steps walking across to my little shelf full of all my pictures; I had a worried look on my face thinking of all the thing that could happen. Nothing did. I waited and waited but nothing happened. I slowly walked over to my bed I sat down looking around the room. As I finished my the door I remember my mother. I had to make sure she was okay. I jumped out of bed and that was when everything went

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