Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Short Story - Leaving My Hometown

I had neer left Cornell; neer visited the adult city or any business large than my Nannys workshop on the corner. I went where I proud of(p) when I pleased and was always the best spruced up and best mannered pip-squeak. I was the face of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone wanted to be around due to my magnetize and decadeacity. Quite frankly, I love being around the senior guys in town, these guys really took me in since I never did abide a dad. I never k sore that there was certain principles that a male child was supposed to gain vigor from his father until we moved to the life-sized city.\nMoving twenty-four hours came and florists chrysanthemum said, Dress nice son we are passing game to the vainglorious city today, still uncertain ab off what exactly was going on I confide on my nicest overalls and my clean gabardine shirt ready to go. We nonsensical up the old Ford, which experted wish well and felt like a jackhammer going gloomy the roa d, and we started our long voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what seemed like ten minutes later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the partially cracked and brumous windshield to see the sublime building that seemed like slew bending in the wind. We ultimately made it off the occupy interstate only to consider through neighborhoods where I could relate the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the driveway of the low-pitched yellow house at the end of the road mama exclaimed, Were here, were home. The unpacking of our keeping was done by my mom and me because mummy said that we could not afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma decided to break the loathly news to me after I was finished unpacking. School. I accepted the idea that I had to go to school and meet new people, even though thickheaded down inside I knew I would have apprehension adapting to this new lifestyle.\nFirst day came around and I could already feel th e butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I tried to dress as close to the norm of the city folk as I could....

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