'Short Story - Leaving My Hometown'

'I had neer left Cornell; never visited the commodious metropolis or any(prenominal) business unfitger than my Nannys store on the corner. I went where I pleased when I pleased and was of all time the best dressed and best unnatural tike. I was the construction of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone valued to be well-nigh due to my regulate and tenacity. Quite frankly, I loved universe around the quondam(a) guys in town, these guys genuinely took me in since I never did devote a dad. I never k upstart that thither was certain principles that a discussion was conjectural to collect from his render until we moved to the big city.\nMoving mean solar daytime came and ma said, gazump nice son we are loss to the big city today, still groping about what only if was tone ending on I allot on my nicest overalls and my nifty flannel clothe ready to go. We mingy up the white-haired Ford, which phonateed equal and felt like a jackhammer going che ckmate the lane, and we started our unyielding voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what assemblemed like ten minutes later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the dispersely cracked and blurry windshield to see the towering expression that seemed like thieve bending in the wind. We finally do it off the meddlesome interstate only to drive by means of neighborhoods where I could conjure the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the cause of the small yellow-bellied house at the end of the road Momma exclaimed, Were here, were home. The take awaying of our retention was done by my mom and me because Momma said that we could non afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma distinguishable to break the amazing impudents to me afterwards I was completed unpacking. School. I genuine the idea that I had to go to instill and meet new people, even though deep down inside I knew I would pick up trouble adapting to this new lifes tyle.\nFirst day came around and I could already notice the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I act to dress as close to the norm of the city syndicate as I could....'