My Mom's Parody-Personal Narrative

I thought she would laugh, but she didn’t. We were eating dinner together. My sister and dad were out to a movie. It was quiet, peaceful inside the house. My mother said, “You could be good at that.” When I asked her why she felt that way, she smiled. She said, “I know you’re always telling stories in your head.” She surprised me. I asked her if she thought my sister could be a writer and she said, “Not in the same way.” I wanted her to talk more about who she thought I could be, but my dad and sister came home. My dad was mad that we hadn’t made enough dinner for him, that we hadn’t thought to turn on the porch light, that the pesto had been left on the counter, that he always had to clean up after us.

Mom would be home soon and I was getting kind of bored. I broke through the gaggle of girls barking at Krista, said a quick goodbye and started home. Luckily for me, Krista’s house was only 5 or 10 minutes away from mine. Unluckily for me, I didn’t bring a coat, so I had to trek into the frigid, biting wind that nipped at my body the entire time home. As soon as I reached my house my body was wrapped in a blanket of warmth, the familiar smell of waffles and syrup greeting my nose. Since my mom wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, I didn’t try to sneak back in. Yet to my surprise, as I stomped upstairs I heard a voice coming from her room. It’s probably just Ally on the phone or something, I reassured myself. When I passed by my mom’s room, it wasn’t Ally standing there, it was my mom pacing the room with a worried expression on her face. Something I’ve never seen

My mother and father sat downstairs and talked, Bella sitting with them, while I folded my clothes and put them into my chipped white wooden dresser. I could hear them murmuring between themselves, but I couldn’t hear specific words. My mother came up the stairs about ten minutes later as I was putting the last of my clothes into my dresser. Her five feet two-inch frame stood just inside my door with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes were sad and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I was confused as to why, and I was going to ask what was wrong, but she told me that my father had something he wanted to talk to me about.

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

My mother had left my dad’s house slippers by the coat rack behind the door. I was grateful to her as the floor felt like ice. Hanging up my coat, I slipped into my dad’s bathrobe, which was hanging on its peg. We had a fireplace in the living room and the chimney exited the west side of the roof. I smelled the smoke of the dying fire, and I knew my mom was in bed. The bedrooms were located on the second story. Her room was located at the end of the hallway, and my room was at the head of the stairs above the

I creeped up to my parents bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. Taken back, I felt apprehensive, I didn’t know what to do or what to expect next. I ran to my big brothers room, leaping into his arms. My brother, Josh, began asking me what was wrong. Shaking and feeling distraught I began to explain what I had heard. I realized that the new barbie coming out was no long as important as how my life was about to change; my parents were going their separate ways. I was just six years old when my mother told me the words that no parents ever wants to say to their children. I witnessed my parents relationship devolve into constant tension. Each argument between them was agonizing, and a constant deafening silence filled my mind as my parents

I went to the dining room again to put my jacket on and I picked up my jacket and passed the couch to go to the computer. I turned it on to check the time. It was 6:50 on the bottom righthand corner of the computer. My brother was still watching youtube on the xbox 1. I put on my jacket while I was on my way to the stairs to see what my sister was doing. As I was walking up I heard a TV on. I went up to investigate what was going on. I opened my sister’s door and I found both of my sisters watching TV instead of doing what they have to do.

Have you ever laughed and could not stop laughing? Well that I was thinking last time seth told me a funny a joke. It happened 4 years ago in my house when I started laughing and laughing and everything was going crazy in my head, I could not stop.

I got up to get a drink of water, and a sliver of light from the basement caught my eye. Carefully, quietly, I crept down the stairs, careful that my yellow and brown horsey pajamas didn’t make that slip, slip sound they usually do on the wooden stairs. I peeked around the corner to see my dad at his big oak desk, the old wood stove purring quietly in the corner, casting a warm orange glow around him. I felt my heart swell up a bit. He was figuring; punching the keys on the calculator, shuffling the papers, and pausing to think...and sigh. Punch, shuffle, think, sigh. Punch, shuffle, think, sigh. He absent mindedly reached out and stirred his light brown, watered down whiskey, Old Crowe, swirling the melting ice and liquid around like leaves on a mellow autumn day, the tiny slivers of ice making a musical, tinkling sound. He took a deep breath, closed the books, organized his work space, clicked off the light, and turned toward the fire. I crept down the last step, and scampered over to him. He startled a bit, but then, silently, he took my hand and made room for

I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.

It was just before the sun set and you could smell the stench of each individual in line. Some smelled like year old gym sweet and others smelled more like the sickly sweet aroma of the bakery where they had no doubt spent their day. I sat down upon the small brick wall that I had been leaning upon for what felt like an eternity. Of course i did this with the help of my broad shouldered father who was almost as tried as I, a small blond four year old. After frolicing around Disney World all day, meeting my idols had left me physically and mentally exhausted. Better yet we were engulfed in this wretched humidity that could only be produced by a summer day in Florida. I wished for sleep, to escape the hoards of people, the extensive lines, and the most annoying of all, the screaming children being micromanaged by their unintelligent guardians. Still knowing that the moment I showed a craving for sleep I would miss my chance to meet Cinderella, Aurora, and Belle. I heard the snap of a camera lens and looked up, it was my obnoxiously smiley mom acting like a stalker

Every night, as I sat on the table with my younger brothers assisting them with their homework, I hear a familiar sound at the door. As she walks her heels click, and I can hear her searching her bag for her keys, the next thing I know the keys are in the lock and as it turns me and my younger brothers’ jump. We run to the door and indeed we scream in unison “Mommy’s home”, one by one she gives us a hug and a kiss. My mother asks us how our day was, and if we finished our homework, she then looks to me and said “did you cook and assist your younger ones with their homework”; I replied “yes mom”. As I warm the food, I take my mother’s purse, jacket, and shoes put them away and prepare the table for her to eat dinner. As I glance at the