It was a cold and windy day when I grabbed my coat out of the closet, and is prepared to go to school. My mother was waiting for me in the car. It was the first day of school: The only thing missing was my friends from back home. Who was I going to sit with at lunch? Who were going to become my new buddies at school? It was my 8th grade year in Kentucky. I knew it was going to be a long one.
I remember moving like it was yesterday, saying goodbye to all my friends and packing up all the furniture and valuables. The two-hour trip was a long and lonely trip. We arrived at the hotel and checked in with our luggage. Our room was on the second floor, but I was on the couch and my mom, dad and little brother shared the bedroom. That night I could hardly sleep. After tossing and turning most of the night, I finally found some sleep. The next morning was the first day of school. I headed down to the lobby to get some breakfast that consisted of an apple and a bagel. I barely ate anything because I was so nervous for the first day of school. After eating what I could of my breakfast, I walked outside and got into my mom’s car.
During the car ride, I imagined the upcoming school year and how it would go. I thought to myself about how starting from scratch could be a positive thing, but I still could not convince myself fully. After waiting in line for 20 min we were finally at the front so I got out of the car and walked to the entrance. All the students were asked to wait in the gym until the bell rang. I sat in the middle row, which was two rows from the back and near a group of kids that seemed pretty cool. I asked a group of kids if anyone had Mrs. Kellie first hour, but they all said no. I sat in silence and agony waiting for the bell to ring. The bell finally rang, so I made my way to room 115 which was math class. I walked in the room to see a group of three or four students already in the classroom. I sat in the front alone because I could not see...