It was just a normal day in second grade and you know, I was having a good time (like a normal kid), and then when I get home I see my mom deeply browsing on her phone. I don't care. It goes on like this until one day in third grade when I got word that I was moving. You might think " Oh, that's great! You'll get to have some new friends and you can keep your old ones!" Well, well, well, well, let me tell you. I grew up in New Jersey and in my home ever since I was born and all of a sudden, I'm moving to New York.... Do you know how hard that was for me?!?! To just leave everything behind because my parents were getting divorced!!!! Me, being a mere child, told everyone in my class, including the boy that I liked!...that liked me!!! So, one day I came pretty late to school and my crush got worried, and I actually thought that he was about to cry. ( So sweet~ ) Plus, I wish at least ONE of my friends is going to cry when I'm going to leave our school. Anyways, the day that I saw my mom's house for the first time, I actually liked it! I thought "Wow! This place is actually great!" And it was. We moved there while my dad still lived at home in Jersey. I actually moved there through half of third grade and my old school was sooo ahead than my new one so I basically did nothing accept for the state test and like, two projects. That year was ok... I was just starting to get used to it and then I met Petra....
