Narrative Essay On Chesapeake Home

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COLD. The north wind brisked up, just as the morning slowly turned into a more depressing gray afternoon, bringing rain so cold it turned to ice that stuck to everything and anything it touched. The bare branches of the trees along O'Halla Street were sheathed in a radiant armor which drug them down and froze them into place. A single tear gently caressed my cheek as I stood in the now vacant bedroom-a place, which used to be my own-for what seemed like hours, knowing I'd never see the familiar surroundings of my Chesapeake home again. Home. The word seems only foreign to me now. I watched dreadfully as the rain turned to ice on the window of the vacant room; knowing it'll be too long until I see the sun again, feel its blistering heat against my russet toned skin. It had only been drizzling for the past week and hadn't taken long for the sun to squeeze its way through the thick, gray clouds-but ever since I sadly agreed to leave…it seemed that Sunny Chesapeake had only become dark and twisty. Luckily, it had only drizzled long enough for Mom and me to finish packing. In northwest Washington State, there was a diminutive town named Forks, which exists beneath a near never-ending, cloud-covered sky. It was in this town that Mom decided she and I move-a town she felt was…show more content…
Mom and I look just alike, though she has shorter hair and laugh lines. My hair length was passed my shoulder blades, black with an insignificant hint of red. My hair was curly; almost as if it had a mind of its own-with layers added to give it body and style. We were also the same height-five feet seven. And since I was always into sports, my body build became muscular while hers stayed slim. I felt a jolt of guilt tugging at my heart as I stared into my Mother's wide, forest green, childlike eyes. I could tell just by the way she looked at me that she wanted to move somewhere more familiar,

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