Personal Narrative: My Mom Is Making Us Move

My Story

I can’t believe that my mom is making us move, I mean, I don’t even want to move. She said that we don’t have a choice, but I think that she just wants to move! She’s never liked it here, She says that it’s too cold here! I don’t know why she thinks this is cold, It’s only -57 degrees outside, I mean ya that’s cold but we’ve been in colder places. But honestly I would like it if it was a maybe just a little warmer outside where we are moving. Winter is my favorite season, I love jumping in the snow, and build snow forts. I mean who wouldn’t like it here, it’s always cold. Okay I might have twisted that up a little bit. I mean it’s cold here most of the time. We live in Tetonia, Idaho. Ok I know what you are thinking yes it is

“Hi sweetie, what are you up to? You aren’t going to try and talk me out of moving are you? Because my mind's made up.”
“ Ya I know mom. I just wanted to say that I know you REALLY want to move to New York, but it’s really cold there too, and you said that you want to move because it’s too cold here.” I screamed a little too loud.
“ Look, I know that you don’t want to move but since your dad got a new job and moved to New York, I was kinda hoping that you would like it. You know you would get to see your dad more.” She whispered loudly.
“ I don’t care, I want to stay right here. I don’t care if my STEP dad is there. He rude to me and I don’t think he likes me.” I screamed. My real dad left when I was five years old. I don’t really remember much about him. But about when I was seven my mom started to go out with this guy named Zachery Evans. But my mom calls him Zach. I personally, don’t like him, When they got married I was eight, ( I mean I still am.) I was the flower girl. It was about three month ago that they got married. My birthday is in January, they got married in October. And the week after that he got a new job as a taxi driver. So he MOVED there. I think that’s so stupid. I mean you just got married and you're moving, it made me very

Go on take a look at your new room.” She said. All I could do was nod and walk inside. The doors flew open. The living room was amazing, it had a beautiful fire place, and a flatscreen TV, and the couch was so long and the color was tan. I saw the stairs leading up to my room.I walked up to the top and there must have been ten bedroom in here, but then I looked in every room and they were all different! I picked the bedroom with teal wallpaper, because it’s my favorite color. So I went to bed right away. It was the next morning, and I felt the moon still up and beaming down on me. It was ten degrees outside this morning. I jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom, then went back in my room looked at Farha and saw that she was still asleep. “Good that gives me some time” I whispered so she wouldn’t wake up. I always get Farha up and get her dresses and then put her in her highchair. I put on my blue jeans, my dark blue shirt with an owl on it, then my black boots. I raced downstairs grabbed my lunch box, and my water bottle. I put all my stuff on the couch, and went in the kitchen were my mom was making