I used to walk around the halls and feel like no body knew my name and no new my story. Basically I moved school after 5th grade and who knew that would change the rest of my life. What happened before that is something no one knows but you.
When I moved into a humongous neighborhood with lots of children I was always looked at like an outcast. I didn't look the same talk or walk the same. I spoke Dutch so the kids in my neighborhood were flabbergasted and that isn't in a good way. They would watch and stare as I rode my bike past there house and once I passed I would hear a chuckle from all the kids. I was convinced that I would always feel this way. Who knew that would change when one girl decided to speak to me..,
I met her when she moved in next door to me and who could have guessed she would end up being my best friend. Her name was Brooke and she had a sister named Ava and they were twins from London England and I thought they had the coolest accents.., they felt the same about me.
I was forced ,by my parents, to go over to there house and talk to them and before we knew it we were having a sleepover and playing soccer in there backyard. I knew in that moment that the first day of school was nothing I couldn't handle. Was I wrong were they truly the ones I was looking for?
