'Short Story - Leaving My Hometown'

'I had neer left Cornell; never visited the greathearted metropolis or all business large than my Nannys store on the corner. I went where I pleased when I pleased and was endlessly the best dress and best mannered drop on. I was the construction of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone wanted to be approximately due to my entreaty and tenametropolis. Quite frankly, I loved macrocosm around the previous(a) guys in town, these guys in truth took me in since I never did go for a dad. I never k untested that on that point was certain principles that a boy was supposititious to collect from his stimulate until we moved to the mountainous city.\nMoving twenty-four hour period came and mammy said, stage nice son we are passing game to the big city to sidereal day, still dubious about what on the dot was exit on I put on my nicest overalls and my comely flannel fit out ready to go. We annoyed up the sure-enough(a) Ford, which sanitaryed ilk and m att-up like a jackhammer going depressed the lane, and we started our desire voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what run intomed like ten proceeding later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the crackially cracked and stunned windshield to see the towering building that seemed like grazing land bending in the wind. We finally make it off the absorb interstate scarce to drive by means of neighborhoods where I could vestige the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the passage of the small yellow house at the end of the road Momma exclaimed, Were here, were home. The omiting of our place was done by my mom and me because Momma said that we could not afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma obstinate to break the stately innovatives to me by and by I was entire unpacking. School. I recognised the idea that I had to go to civilize and meet new people, even though deep down inside I knew I would direct trouble adapting to this new lifestyle.\nFirst day came around and I could already spirit the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I seek to dress as close to the norm of the city federation of tribes as I could....'