My Fairy Dream

When I was a child, most of the stories or situations I have been through was, mostly, my dad hitting me and my parents fighting constantly; so pretty much I did not really grew up watching Barney, traveling to places, and going to Disneyland often. I thought I would have to live like this for the rest of my academic life, but one day around the age of eight, my dream came true. My parents had enough of each other, so they went their own ways; even though, I was glad that I do not have to life miserably anymore, I was not. I thought that everything would settle down and live a calm life with my mom, but as a result, I ended up raising my two siblings. My dad left the house, my mom was in her own world, and I had to watch my siblings. I thought my parents divorce would benefit me, but all it did was for me to not live as an eight-year-old would. I thought that my dream of going to a great university and becoming a Physician Assistant came crashing down. A couple weeks later, my dad came back and long-story short, my siblings and I had to go hang out with my dad for

At first, my reaction was somewhat neutral, not even panic or shivering. I didn?t know how to feel. I didn?t immediately realize the effects that this major change would have on me. I mean that I cannot believe right away, this happens too fast. I didn?t know how it would feel to live in a completely different country and new house. I didn?t instantly acknowledge the effect that leaving my friends would have on me. I didn?t anticipate the constant emotional frustration of being forced to leave my closest friends. I didn?t know how it would feel to be the new kid in school. I did not even know how to speak and write English at that time. I cannot image that I have to restart everything in my life. And I was too scared to think about the difficulty to fit with all the new things around.

I went to a new school with new people. I felt like an outsider. But these people, they didn’t understand my situation; they just thought I was quiet and shy on the first day because that was my

You’ve gone most of your life without any large borders separating you from your peers and your friends, and then suddenly one morning you wake up and everything has become different. Your teachers, your friends, and your classmates have all heard the news, and your borderless life is instantly go ne. Now whispers form in your presence, strangers approaching you to talk to you, and looks of sadness hitting you when you’re passed in the hallways. Because now, you’re solely recognized as the girl whose dad has cancer. Your friends have stopped looking at you the same as they did before, and are always weirdly kind to you, teachers and coaches attempt at giving you special treatment without you noticing, and the you knew is changing into something

On August 13th, 2016 my family and I started a new life. We were forced to relocate from Southern California to Prosper, Texas for my dad’s job. When I moved I knew absolutely no one. It was extremely hard to move away from my people that I have been friends with for almost my whole life. It was even harder to say goodbye to my grandma and my brothers. Finding new friends and adjusting to a new city in a new state was very difficult. On the first day of school, I was extremely nervous, because I didn’t know anyone.

During my four years at Beddingfield High School, I have made and lost a lot of friends, met people that will forever remain close to me and went through a couple of things that I probably thought would ever happen to me. My freshman year at Beddingfield, I had just moved from Atlanta, Georgia, so I really did not know anyone. My first day at Beddingfield High School I met a girl name Brionna and at the time I didn’t know anyone, so I was surprised that she even had spoken to me. I was shy the first couple of weeks, but getting to know I everyone I started to come out of my shell except for when it was time to do a presentation or talk in front of the class. I still have this fear today. As months went by I felt as if I knew everyone, but that thought changed when people started to spread rumors about me. I really didn’t say anything because I knew it was a lie. When that happened I started to distance myself from people because I started to figure out who my real friends were. The same few people I was friends with my freshman are the same people I hang with today because they showed me that everybody is

In 2014 of October I moved to Georgia from Florida. I was leaving a place I had been living in my entire life. It was a tough situation as I knew moving to a different state and school could be difficult. I was very nervous as it was a new environment with different people and new types of school work. I was worried about not making friends or getting bad grades. That morning of school my heart raced. When I arrived at school I met new people and my teachers, I also figured out which teachers were bad and what teachers would be good. I left school that day very happy knowing I would have a great year. Later that week I started to become more familiar with the grading systems, behavior system and connections. at my old school they were called

The first days of classes, were not horrible, my classmates were amiable and were interested in me since I was new, and it wasn’t common to have new students in the middle of sophomore year. However, I didn’t share much with them, when they tried to start a conversation I would answer their questions and cordially dismiss them. I kept quiet not only because I felt that if I shared my past, I would someway forget it, but because my English wasn’t fluid and I didn’t want to make mistakes. I became a loner and deep inside I was sad because of

My first day to a new school was always the worst time for me. Because we moved around a lot I had this feeling more than I should have. Usually when I went to a new school I would always be nervous but majority of the time it turned out well and I always had a few friends. Well not this time, I walked into class and everyone just stared at me no one was friendly or even spoke to me; so I stayed silent the rest of the day. Finally after a week of silence this one girl that was a cheerleader name Monique had to work with me on a group assignment. She seemed really nice but little did I know she was going to be my worst mare.

As we grow up we all hear stories. Stories of wizards, elves, dwarves, and little men who hunt for rings, or stories of wars in far off galaxies. Or even of caped crusaders, who always seem to win against all odds. Regardless of the genre of the story, they all have one thing in common - a happy ending. An ending in which everything ends up all right, the hero wins, and the villain is defeated. But as we grow up, we see that in real life there are no such things as perfect storytale endings. Despite this, we still tell ourselves stories of hope, stories of utopia, and of dreams of a better place. We pass these on to children, and to all the subsequent generations that will succeed us. But after the devastation of human caused World Wars, countless mass genocides,the losses of millions of lives, and massive impact on such a

Let’s jump ahead again, this time to my first day of school. Morris Knolls High School is one of the top high schools in the US. Their curriculum is rigorous and their standards are sky high. Also, this was a completely new environment for me. I didn’t know how high school worked and this wasn’t the type of town I was used to. Living in suburbia and attending a school with different demographics than I was used to scared me. I now lived 30 minutes away from everything I grew up around. But the thought of having a fresh start excited me. No one knew me, I was a nobody and therefore free to completely change myself.

It was a frigid day in September 2003, and I was on my way into school. This was the first day of school, in my Senior year. Everyone said it is suppose to be the best year of your high school career. However, it wasn't that way for me. I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone. I had no idea what was happening to all my friends. Until one day I overheard some people talking about me. I was so

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

that I wasn’t going to either fit in or get any friends because I arrived at a new school. Though has

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first