I waited by the bus stop my lip quivering I remember that morning and how I told my parents I hated them for making me move. I knew I would probably like it in California but I missed my friends. I got to school while walking in to first period I tried covering my face but the teacher stopped me and introduced me she got a boy named Jonathan to raise his hand I went to my desk as I was getting a notebook out I felt strong eyes watching me I looked over to Jonathan he turned away after class I heard someone say hey wait up! It was him what class do you have next helping grabbing my things chemistry I said me to walk me to class I asked. I did like it after all.
