Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Power of Story

By Clare Hunter, age 13, Ohio


It was a Sunday evening, and everyone was doing their own thing – whatever my sisters and I like to do during our free time. Mom told us to come to the living room. Like most children, of course, we wanted to finish whatever we were doing. I don’t remember what I was doing, only that I was the last one to go into the living room. Abbey was in a chair, I went to the couch to sit with Mom, and Elizabeth was by the wall, closest to the stairs while still being in the living room.

I don’t remember where everyone else was sitting, but it was one of the very few times my Dad was with us while we had discussions. He is usually at work or always busy with something. When I was finally in the living room, Mom told us that they were getting a divorce. When she first told us, I didn’t know what to think. But when Elizabeth started laughing, all my sisters and I started laughing, because we truly thought she was joking. Or that’s why I think we all started laughing. It could have been that we thought she was joking, or maybe we just didn’t want Elizabeth to get mad at us. Looking back, I think the main reason I laughed with them was because I didn’t know what to think.

Mom insisted that she wasn’t joking, that she wouldn’t joke about something serious; for we wouldn’t believe her if something of the sort would really happen. We all stopped laughing, and Elizabeth was the first to get upset. She was angry that they were getting a divorce right before her senior year in high school. She stormed upstairs in tears, and then I got upset. I don’t really remember much after Elizabeth went upstairs, but I know that I left the living room so I could be alone.

When we were told that our parents were getting a divorce, it was near the end of the school year, and that summer we moved out. My sisters and I went with our Mom to an apartment complex nearby, so we still went to our old school. We went to our old school district for about two more years after. I know I was excited for fifth grade because I wouldn’t have to walk so far to get to my bus, but with the divorce, I had to walk around all of the buses to get to mine. In sixth grade, Grace, Erin, and I all had to walk home from school, for the school district didn’t have bus service if you were within walking distance.

Because we had to walk home every day, it gave me time to think. Grace and I always walked home together, but we ran out of things to talk about. At first, after running out of things to talk about, I thought constantly about what I was going to do on whatever online game I was playing at the moment. After a while, I stopped playing the games, and I started to daydream.

When we moved to Mariemont, I had no friends. That is obvious, but while Grace was trying to make friends, I stayed alone. As the year went by, I didn’t make any friends of my own besides Grace’s, so I started to make up characters. I looked at their lives, from peaceful to war-torn, and I learned life lessons from their stories that I would never had been able to learn because of how the world, society, and media is today. I learned many “lessons,” and with each one I began to think differently about the world and change my outlook on life.