I grew up in a good home. Loving parents, protective older brother, and the wonderful faith of Christianity. Up until the age of twelve, I had no worries. I didn't know that life would get so hard in just a few months. I was leaving behind elementary school and was going to be in seventh grade the next year. I got into both of the schools that I applied to. I couldn't make up my mind on which one to go to. It was either the Christian school that my parents wanted me to go to, or the highly academic school that my brother was already attending.
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"Rise and shine and give God the glory glory-", sang my mom as she opened up my blinds to reveal the sun shining outside. "Mom seriously shut up," I replied. "Fine, but its the first day of school and if you fall back asleep I am leaving you behind," she said while slamming my door on her way out. I rolled out of bed and threw on my newly bought uniform and looked in the mirror. The little voice in my head whispered to me, Look at you, you look stupid. I argued back out loud, "No i don't!". I continued to stare at myself until I finally decided to go down and get some breakfast. I grabbed some cinnimon toast and ran out the door to see my mom and brother loading up their bags in the car. I hurridly jumped in the backseat and buckled up. Twenty minutes later we were pulling onto the campus of the school I would be spending six whole years at. We got to the front of the carpool line and I hopped out. I took a few steps toward the grand entry. It was a beautiful new campus that had never been used. I wasn't quite ready to go in yet, so i just stood there, looking at the front doors as kids rushed past me to go say hello to their friends they hadn't seen all summer. I knew this girl who used to go to school here, the words she said to me still play in my head. She told me that this school changed people for the worst. That scared me. Would I become someone I wasn't? I didn't know. There were five minutes until school started, so I walked up to the doors and placed my small hand on the handle. While opening the door I whispered to myself, "Don't let this place change you".
