Beep Beep Beep, I could still hear that moving truck coming to my garage to take my stuff. It was kind of a scary moment for me considering that I was moving as a freshman to a new town and to a new high school. I didn’t even know I was moving up until the summer when my parents had told me the news. I was kind of shocked at first and didn’t believe them, but another part of me wanted to know why they told me so late and why we are moving in the first place.  Some point in life you have to realize that your parents make decisions that be best for their kids and best for our family in general. At first I was just filled with anger and I didn’t know what to do. After thinking long and hard about what it could be like at my new school I was thinking of how this could better my education and blah blah blah. But to be frank I didn’t like the idea of moving from my old house to a new one, in a new town with a new school. I just hated the idea of not knowing anyone and having to start over from scratch. But I was lucky enough to play football in the summer. That was what had started my friendships in school. Then as time went on I would go on to meet more and more friends. I’m glad I was lucky enough to play Football because that brought me a lot of friends to start off with and then as time went on I started gradually meeting more and more people, such as the basketball players, and kids from my lunch period freshman year. But I believe so far I’m doing all right, I’m doing a lot better than what I had thought up in my head way back during the summer.

So to be honest after a while I started to think that this moving thing wasn’t so bad after all. I mean I got to meet new people, and I am getting a really good education so I guess it could be a lot worse. I am going to be honest I thought this place was going to be dreadful I didn’t think much of this place. Yeah my parents were telling me it was a great school and all but what I was wondering was how were the kids? I didn’t know if I was going to make a lot of friends or if it was going to be a very hard time for me to start to make friends. So day and night I would think in the summer of how my school year would turn out, and if the teachers were nice, and whatever else I was trying to think of to make me even more scared of moving. More or less I was really surprised at the idea of moving. I heard of all my friends moving to different places throughout my life but I never thought it would be me that was moving. Honestly I was more scared of the idea of going to a new school over everything because I didn’t know how it would turn out.

During the moving stage of the actual moving I was just taking a look back at my house looked like when I had first moved into their with no furniture. It looked so empty and hard to look at because I just wasn’t ready for it, the moving I mean. To me at the time this was like a bad dream that was happening a little to fast. I didn’t know what could come next and how my luck could possibly change for the better. But the only reason that this experience could have gone any better was if I had realized that I could make friends a lot easier than I had thought.