Moving to a new place is really hard to do. Meeting new people and figuring out the place is tough. The good thing is, I have always been pretty good at fitting in to new places. Until I got to Charleston Middle School.
I walked into my first class while everyone stared at me (like people normally do when they see someone new). Last time I moved schools everyone came to me, asked me questions and wanted to know pretty much everything about me. This time was different, almost everyone ignored me and acted as if I was invisible. At first I was a little confused. I thought, maybe everyone is just a little shy and aren't good at making new friends. Then I kept on thinking about bad things like, maybe everyone is just rude and doesn't need anymore friends... and so far that's what I thought it was.
No one talked to me or cared that I was there, the only girl that talked to me was a girl named Elizabeth. After a while me and Elizabeth became pretty good friends, and that's when I started to rethink everything I was saying about how no one needed anymore friends and stuff like that. I told Elizabeth what I was thinking at first and she told me that I was right. "What about you?" I asked Elizabeth "well I know what your going through..." "you do?" I asked "yeah... I just got here a few months ago." We went on and on talking about all the people here, like the popular ones, the weird ones, and the stupid ones. By the end of the day Elizabeth and I were pretty good friends. When I got in the car on the way to my house my mom gave me the usual talk, like "how was your day? Did you meet any new friends? How are you feeling?" And things like that. I told her about Elizabeth and all about the people at our school. Then my mom asked that one question that she always asked me when I get to a new school. "did you tell her yet?" "No mom, we just met. she doesn't need my life story the first day I meet her." "your right" my mom replied as we went on with our day.
