
When I was in 2nd grade, my parents informed me that they were looking for a new house for our family to move into. We went to many house showings and looked at over 20 homes until, eventually, after months, we found a place that seemed to fit well with what we desired.






"I like this one!!"
One day after school, my parents had told my sister and I that they were successful in placing a bid on the house and in just a month or so, we would be moving in.




I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. A new home seemed exciting and adventurous but it also seemed unfamiliar to me. My home I had now was just fine for me. It had a nice backyard, I loved going to school and wearing my uniform every day, and I had many friends I cared about. Would moving change all of this for me?

Saying goodbye to my old home was difficult. My parents solemnly told us, "This is it" as my sister and I took in the emptiness of our now desolate home. Our living room where we played, our bedroom where we read bedtime stories, and the basement where we built forts. My mom closed the door and we left all our memories behind just like that.


We packed up years of memories into one U-HAUL truck and left behind our home on Mearns Road. I was so used to living in an urban area on a busy road and falling asleep to the sound of cars every night. My new home was nothing like that. The nearest store was miles away, my house was tucked back from the road, and forests and corn fields surrounded me. Everything was so different.




There were many things I liked about my new home. My backyard was huge, there was so much exploring to be done. My house was no longer a little ranch but now had multiple floors and even an extra bedroom for my sister and me to play in. Although I still longed for the days I spent at my old house, I began to feel content with my new house.





wow...this is nice!
As summer came to an end, I began to panic. I was going into 3rd grade, and I hadn’t discovered a single person who was in the same grade as me. For the first time in my life, my sister wouldn’t be in the same school as me.

So much anxiety began to circulate around me. What if I got lost? What if I hated my teacher? What if everyone was mean to me? As the start of school grew closer and closer, the anxiety got worse and worse.

Before I knew it, the first day of 3rd grade arrived and I felt absolutely terrified. My stomach hurt from the anxiousness and I couldn’t think about anything else. I wished that I could stay home all day and never have to worry about the anxiety of going to a new school.

My parents acknowledged my anxiety, and my dad took me on a walk outside to calm me down. He told me everything would be ok but, I still couldn’t suppress the anxious thoughts circulating around my mind.


Shortly after that, the bus stopped in front of my house. As I saw it coming down the road, my stomach twisted into a knot. It all felt like a nightmare, like this bus was taking me away to somewhere I dreaded.


I found my seat on the bus and prepared myself furthermore for school. I overheard a girl on my bus say that she was in my class so once we got to the school I decided to follow her since I had absolutely no idea where I was going.




I arrived at the school and felt like I just wanted to run away. The thought of being in this place for the next seven hours made me feel so worried.




I followed her through the hall until I looked at the numbers on the doors and realized they were in the 200s. “This isn't where I’m supposed to be?” I thought to myself as the internal panic became even worse.


I wandered around the school until I finally found classroom 113. I took a deep breath and walked through the door. My face went as white as a ghost as I glanced around at all my peers. Everyone looked unfamiliar to me. I was quickly recognized as the new kid.






As I was swarmed with questions I had no responses to, I didn’t even know what to say. I felt my eyes begin to water. It was my first day of school, and I was crying in the room of all my new peers. I didn’t even try to suppress it, I knew that my emotions were too strong for me to ignore. I prayed that no one would hear the sobs that escaped my mouth, but I felt the eyes of 30 other kids fall onto me.






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When I was in 2nd grade, my parents informed me that they were looking for a new house for our family to move into. We went to many house showings and looked at over 20 homes until, eventually, after months, we found a place that seemed to fit well with what we desired.






"I like this one!!"
One day after school, my parents had told my sister and I that they were successful in placing a bid on the house and in just a month or so, we would be moving in.




I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. A new home seemed exciting and adventurous but it also seemed unfamiliar to me. My home I had now was just fine for me. It had a nice backyard, I loved going to school and wearing my uniform every day, and I had many friends I cared about. Would moving change all of this for me?

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