I guess you could say, moving your freshman year of highschool could be the best time of your life, but let me tell you, it was definitely the worst. While new people and new experiences are good, I hate change and this was a huge change. As I walk into the building of which id call school for the next four years I had a terrifying feeling that something wasn't right and just then, I realized I forgot an important paper in my mothers car. Before I could react and because I wasn't paying attention, I trip, fall on my face and spill my coffee all over and all over anything. As I clean myself and my surroundings I finally get myself up and walk to the room that I thought I was suppose to be in, but with all of my luck, I'm in the wrong room and
