The Turn Around.

The Beginning.

I was 13 years old, in 8th grade when it all started.

I had lived in Germany for quite some time and had adapted it as my home.

I had the best friends in the world.

I was a pretty good kid. I never got into any serious trouble. My biggest problem was probably my grades.. which weren't even that big of a deal.

I was sitting at my desk browsing through facebook when my mom got the call.

It was my dad calling from work, he told her that we got new orders to move back to the states in less then 2 months.

I fell apart at my computer.

I sat there crying and sobbing as I typed out the words to my friends on the instant messager.

My best friend at the time, Lauren, lived next door to me. I went over to her house and I went into her mother's bedroom and we hugged as soon as we saw each other. We stood there crying for almost an hour.

I didn't want to go.

But there was nothing I could do.

I was only 13 and I was bound to my parents.

My friends threw me a goodbye party.

And then I got on the plane and left.

I tried really hard to have a positive attitude when we got back to the states. I enjoyed the things that the states offered that Germany lacked. Simple, superficial things. Like Disney Channel. And Wendy's. And the sun shining more often.

We moved in with my grandma while we searched for a house.

It was only half-way through the school year, so I had to go back to school in order to pass 8th grade.

So I started to attend the local middle school.

My first day was awful.

I was pretty much shunned. And some of the other kids were shouting out names at me, their favorite being "emo".

I ate lunch alone.

I went home crying that day.

I had to spend another horrible half a year at the place that is right up there on my list next to hell.

Then I met my current bestfriend.