"Lost Across the Street of School" Its about a time when I encountered a specific conflict, what caused the conflict, and what was the effect on me. Its narrated in a story, to make it more vivid.

Mom with a tissue on her hand begins to wipe up her tears. She sits impatiently on a rusty old mud color mocking chair "trrr-trrr" the noise it makes every time she moves. It is a weekday, and the weather forecast for today is cloudy skies and thunderstorms; as well, a crying face, an enormous empty space in my mother's heart, a frustration on my family, and thoughts of them on me being lost. These are the effects after my childish decision.
My early morning routine of 4th grade begins with an aroma of hot chocolate and warm bread that drives me over the counter and to the dining table, al…