Changes

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Tossing and turning, heart pounding, thoughts racing. I reluctantly glanced at my phone which read 12:34 am. I groaned at the thought of laying with my own mind for 6 more hours. I  couldn't help but think about everything that led up to this very moment. This moment, the day before second semester of freshman year, in my grandparents house, hours from my dad, my brother, my friends, my everything. We got kicked out of our house because we didn't want to buy it, which forced my dad and brother into an apartment and my mom and I two hours away. Mama keeps telling me I'm great at making friends, I'll do fine at the new school, but I can't shake the thought of being the new kid. Luckily, all these thoughts exhaust me and I slowly doze off.

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My alarm blares in my ear and I dreadfully rise out of bed thinking, here we go, the beginning of the end. I greet Mama and Grandad as cheerfully as I can which, of course, fails. 

"Morning Baby! Ready for a great first day?"

"Eh... as ready as I'll ever be I guess." I reply.

"Come on kiddo you'll do great," Grandad says, giving me a slap on the back.

I continue getting ready, hoping maybe Mama will just call me out of school for the rest of the year. I get in the car thinking, okay yes we're gonna be okay. 

Mama had to come with me to get me all registered at the new school, her old high school, in fact. I miss my first 2 classes getting my schedule changed and finding my way around. After many hugs and minor tears, Mama goes home to start work leaving me to face Algebra I for the first time. With my luck, of course, Algebra wasn't in class that day, it was in the library. Great. After asking around, I finally found it and sat in the lab I was supposed to be in. The teacher didn't realize I was a student until about half an hour into class then finally introduced me to the class as the new kid. Great again. This whole, "Hey guys this is the new kid" thing got old really quick. I continued my day into English, lunch, History, and French. I got introduced in English as, wait for it, the new kid. I sat alone at lunch in the middle of a bunch of people and texted my aunt who told me to go talk to someone which I wasn't even going to try. In History, I didn't get introduced at all but the girl sitting in front of me turned around and said hi and was so kind to me. She asked where I came from and worked with me in class the rest of the day which was refreshing compared to no conversation at all. I finished the day off in French, having some people from previous classes in as well. I got to my mom's car as quickly as possible, told her about my day, and got home and cried. If this was how the rest of the year was going to go, I wanted no part of it. 

                                                                   Everything was too new.