When i was eleven years old my parents came in my room to have a talk with me. My parents broke the news to me that we would be moving because of my dad's job. I had lived in Louisville Kentucky for most of my life, and i was not ready to move. My dad wanted to move to Anderson, S.C. to become the preacher at Concord baptist.
In February we had to go visit the church. My dad preached there and then they voted and he became the new pastor there. Words cannot explain how furious i was. I couldn't believe my parents would do this to me. It was my first year of middle school and i did not want to leave my friends. Over the next month we had to do a lot of stuff to get ready to move. The closer the time got to moving the more upset i got. I didn't even want to speak to my parents.
I didn't try to cooperate with my parents at all but in early march i had to move. I cried as we pulled out of our drive way and i saw the moving van driving away. That night when we got to our new house i started to unpack and organize my room to get settled in. Two days after we moved i was supposed to go to my new school. The morning i woke up to go to school it had snowed outside and school was canceled. The next day i had to go to school but it was only for a half day because of the snow.
Until i had moved here i had gone to private schools and after we moved i was going to have to attend a public school which was a big change for me. When i walked in the school for the first time i was very nervous and didn't know where to go. I could hear whispers and feel people staring at me wondering who i was. I was so nervous i was shaking. Slowly i walked down the hall passing new faces and looking for my room number. My schedule was different because it was only a half day and i wasn't sure which classroom to go in.
I started getting worried when i heard the bell ring and i felt students rushing past me to their classrooms and i heard lockers slamming. After that i was in the hall by myself still searching for my classroom. I thought i had found it but i didn't want to walk in because i was worried it would be the wrong class. Finally the teacher came out of the room and asked me if i needed help. I showed her my schedule and she told me i was supposed to be in her class. I walked in and she pointed to a seat in the back for me to go to. I felt people staring at me as i walked to my seat. Then the teacher introduced me to the class. Everyone was really friendly and i got a lot of attention for being the "new" girl. At lunch people kept coming up to me and introducing themselves. I made a lot of friends and I'm still friends now with some of the people i met that day.
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