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When I arrived to this crazy town, I wasn't so sure about it. I felt like gangs were made, drugs were sold to people and people shooting nearby. I thought people here had no common sense of acting right. We finally arrived to our new house. People were not that inviting and welcomed for us. During the ride I even saw someone in a leather jacket beating up someone homeless. I was going to my new room in the new house, I saw all of my stuff being thrown in there. I warned my parents never to do that again. My bed was already been put together by the movers, and so I layed on it. I felt like I was going to die in one day even though I never even tried to make the best of this moving process. I hated the style, the location, and the surroundings of this house we lived in. All day on the plane and when we were in the car, I kept thinking about my friends and my best friend. I just hated this state and town so much. I'd rather die than live here. Someone was knocking at the door. I got up and walked. It was a family called the Edwins. They were friendly and nice. They welcomed us to the neighborhood. I was still frowning about the moving. Still felt like I was being punished for something I did not do. I kept saying to myself, "Kill me, kill me!". The most worst part i'm worried about is the school. I fell asleep and Sunday has rose. I woke up and got out of bed. Then spending the rest of my day unpacking and playing video games.

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