I Didn 't Have Much Friends?

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

Even though I was scared out of my mind, I never felt so powerful. A new school meant a new identity. It felt like new opportunites were on the tips of my fingertips and I wanted to take all of them. I wanted to dance in the middle of passing period, and dance no matter what anybody said about me. I wanted to join any club or class without any doubt in my mind. I knew that after staying at a school with the same people for 6 years, I would finally make more friends than ever before. With that in mind, I could have climbed mount everest or go swim with the sharks with no fears.

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

I had really enjoyed my life in Newmarket, but I was time to start my life in New York City. My dad got a job there, so my mom and I moved there with him. I really liked my last school and had lots of friends there that I would miss dearly. It was the first day of school and I didn't know what the kids at this school would think of me. As I walked to school, I wondered what my fate would be today. I was almost at school when I noticed something unusual. I noticed that all the kids at school walked in cliques. Nobody in a clique talked to others cliques, and it felt like they wanted to isolate themselves. This was weird for me due to the fact that at my old school, everyone talked and socialized to each other. I walked into the giant building, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The school was massive, and it was at least 3 time bigger than my old school. I had to find my own way to my first class, and got myself lost several times, but I finally found where it was. I walked into the classroom and the teacher greeted me and I was introduced to the class. I went and found a seat at the very back of the room, where the only seat was available. I noticed as I sat down, the kids started to look at me in a funny way! I wasn't sure what this meant but it made my stomach turn, as if I knew something bad was going to happen. As I walking out of class I got bombarded with tall strong boy’s. They

As I lay in bed that night I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen. I had never moved before, and just the thought of it made me feel sick. I knew moving wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t ready for all the tension and hassle that came with it. All I could think about was all the friendships I was leaving behind, the inside jokes and favorite teachers. Tears had started filling my eyes while I tried to blink

It was a Monday morning in october, a work day. I usually would go to school but I had the day that monday for parent teacher conferences. I was in second grade. Even though I had off of school, my mom still had to go to work. She worked at a private school, which didn't have conferences that day. My alarm went off, and I crawled out of bed. I “Why do I still have to get up early? I don't even have school” I thought, as I dragged myself across the hall to the bathroom. I got myself ready for school, and my mother and I were out the door.

It all started in 2012, I was only a mere 12 year old. I found out I would be moving to Charlotte, North Carolina, my moms job was transferring and I would be moving in just a few short months. I was terrified, I realized I would be starting a new school where I knew absolutely no one, having to start all over again, but most importantly I would be leaving my best friends, family and everything I had ever known. It’s a scary thought especially since I had never even moved houses before. I spent the next few months stressing out and slowly saying my painful goodbyes. My last day of school was the hardest of all, I slowly went around to all the people I grew up with saying goodbye, knowing i’d never see the majority of them again. I moved only a few days after that. I spent the majority of that summer in my new house with no friends, crying and freaking out about starting at my new school. It wasn’t until a few weeks before school started that I made my first friends on my new soccer team.

September 2nd 1958 it’s my first day of fifth grade and I had just moved to a new house, new town, and new school. I woke up excited to go to my new school,new friends, and a new start. I got up and got ready to start my my first day. I put on my favorite shirt and skirt with my new long white socks. I put my hair into two braids and tied two bright red ribbons in, to match my skirt. I ran down the stairs grabbed my backpack and bursted through the door. I didn’t even stop to eat anything or even grab my bag lunch. As I got on the bus I didn’t know anyone so i sat by myself in the fourth seat and sat quietly as i looked out the window.

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

I got so sad the my favorite was leaving for ever. When I walked in the the school I did not feel good I felt like I was going to throw up, but I didn’t.They called my dad and he picked me up.

Nothing really happened, it was math class after all. I was ready to go home and stop socializing, this day had drained me, physically and emotionally. When I got home, my parents asked how my day was. I broke down and cried. The day really didn’t go as I had hoped, I hadn’t made any new friends and I was all alone. I wanted to go back to my old friends, go to their school and forget this day happened. I had imagined my first day would be like a Disney movie and although it sounded ridiculous, it’s where all my “experience” came from. My parents told me, “Of course you didn’t make any new friends, it’s only been one day! Making friends takes time, don’t be so hard on yourself,”.. They had a point. I was so paranoid that people would see me alone, thinking I was a loser with no friends. But I was new! It’s completely understandable that someone new to the school won’t instantly have a group of friends, that stuff is for Disney movies. I let go of my high expectations and my anxiety went away. Well it slowly went away. I went at my own pace, without thinking of what others thought of me. It gradually worked, and within a month or so, I could comfortably say I looked forward to going to school. I finally knew people and people knew me, but all that really mattered is that I am

Both of us new to middle school. I was scared of being alone again and she needed someone to make herself look better. For months after the incident, I cried myself to sleep every night. I kept on asking myself if I could have done something different? If it was my fault? Maybe if I was a better friend, she would have stayed. For the rest of middle school I did not have any friends. I learned to find comfort in reading books and watching tv series. One thing I have to thank her for is that because of what happened I realized how much I love reading. My mother was worried that I spent most of my time locked up in my room, skipping meals. I wish I had known then that I would be okay. That I would make new friends and move forward in my life. I wonder now why it had taken three years for everything to finally fall apart. I knew the friendship was toxic, I have always know but I was to weak to stand up for myself. After a while, I forgave myself and learned to love myself, I learned not not care what other people think me as much. I finally stepped out her shadow and started to do thing I want to not because she wanted me to. Now, I try to surround myself with people that like me for who I am. I stopped apologizing for who I am and what I like to do. There are days that I miss her, I miss her so very much that my heart breaks all over again but I don't miss the toxic friendship that suffocated and drained

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.