High school. That's where it all started. And that's where it all ends. I remember walking through those doors on my very first day, I remember walking down the long hallways alone. Everyone was smiling and laughing, enjoying themselves. Everyone knew someone. Everyone but me. I was the new kid. Just like always.
I'm a Junior in high school, I moved from England a few months ago to America for my parent's job. They're both lawyers. Pretty good ones if you ask me. We've moved around a lot over the past couple of years. I've lived in England, Sweden, Ireland, Iceland and Poland. England being my home land of course, then we moved to Sweden and to the other countries months later. We stayed in England for almost a year until I came home one day with our stuff already in boxes.
"What do you mean we're moving?"
"calm do-"
"Don't tell me to calm down. You said we weren't going to move again, we haven't even been back for even a year yet!"
"do not raise your voice at your father. I know you don't want to move again darling but your father's client lives in America and is willing to pay a handsome amount of money for they're case"
"why can't he just go? We can stay he-"
"Where all going and that's final. No more questions go to your room, finish packing we leave first thing tomorrow morning"
Its been a little over a month since I moved to America. I haven't started school yet.... thank god. I guess you can tell that I'm not a fan of hell... or school I guess. I've never liked school if I'm being completely honest.... it was never a good experience for me. That's another reason we move around a lot when I was younger. My name is Sam by the way, I guess you can say I'm your stereotypical teenage boy and this is my story.
