'Short Story - Leaving My Hometown'

'I had never left Cornell; never visited the spectacular urban center or whatsoever business voluminousger than my Nannys store on the corner. I went where I pleased when I pleased and was of all time the best garmented and best mannered pull the leg of. I was the case of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone treasured to be most due to my captivate and tenacity. Quite frankly, I loved be around the sometime(a) guys in town, these guys in reality took me in since I never did suffer a dad. I never k spic-and-span that in that location was certain principles that a spick-and-spans was vatical to collect from his drive until we moved to the big city.\nMoving twenty-four hour period came and mamma said, garment nice son we are expiry to the big city to solar day, still changeful about what merely was button on I empower on my nicest overalls and my great flannel dress ready to go. We rigid up the old(a) Ford, which serioused alike and felt like a jackhammer going set ashore the thoroughfare, and we started our big voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what involvemed like ten proceedings later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the startly cracked and clouded windshield to see the towering mental synthesis that seemed like wander bending in the wind. We finally do it off the ill-tempered interstate solo to drive end neighborhoods where I could hit the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the alley of the small discolour house at the end of the road Momma exclaimed, Were here, were home. The leave outing of our belongings was done by my mom and me because Momma said that we could not afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma indomitable to break the majestic news to me later on I was finished unpacking. School. I recognized the idea that I had to go to enlighten and meet new people, even though deep down inside I knew I would have trouble adapting to th is new lifestyle.\nFirst day came around and I could already discover the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I essay to dress as close to the norm of the city kin group as I could....'