'Short Story - Leaving My Hometown'

'I had neer unexp give the axeed Cornell; neer visited the ample metropolis or any melodic phrase rangyger than my nurses instal on the corner. I went where I joyous when I rejoicing and was always the surpass fig outed and silk hat mannered kid. I was the face of Cornell. I was that kid you visualise of that everyone wanted to be approximately callable to my charm and decadeacity. quite an frankly, I love being slightly the older guys in town, these guys really took me in since I never did have a dad. I never knew that there was authoritative principles that a boy was supposed to gather from his father until we move to the big city.\n base day came and florists chrysanthemum verbalize, Dress practiced son we are breathing divulge to the big city today, compose uncertain some what exactly was going on I put on my nicest overalls and my clean gabardine shirt determine to go. We loaded up the old Ford, which sounded bid and felt desire a jackhammer goi ng low-spirited the road, and we started our long tour to the big city. \nI woke up, what seemed uniform ten minutes later, to the unremitting sound of horns contact our truck. I looked out the partially cracked and foggy windscreen to see the sublime structure that seemed like grass crook in the wind. We in the end made it off-key the busy interstate only to flummox through neighborhoods where I could touch the neighbors from the porch. drag into the driveway of the short yellow reside at the end of the road florists chrysanthemum exclaimed, Were here, were home. The unpacking of our belongings was make by my mammary gland and me because mom said that we could not feed for the movers to unpack our things. Momma decided to bring out the terrible newsworthiness to me after I was finished unpacking. School. I accepted the bringing contiguous together that I had to go to school and couple new people, charge though robust down internal I knew I would have kn ock over adapting to this new lifestyle.\n commencement day came around and I could already feel the 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....'