When I was 7, my mom decided to move my family to Hartland. It was only 30 minutes away from where I grew up in Milwaukee, but it may as well have been 3,000 miles away. At a time when most children are getting comfortable with friends, school, and teachers I was starting over. The summer time was just around the corner and even though I should have been excited, I knew that it meant it was almost the time where my family and I will be moving. I was sad but I was also mad. I was not ready to be moving into a new house, a new town, new school. It all just seemed to be a nightmare to me. I didn’t want this change to happen at all. I felt empty. Like everything was being taken away from me.
My friends, cousins, a lot of my family being left back in Milwaukee. We drove to our new house I looked out the window and I was exploring everything. I mean I couldn’t fight with my mom about not wanting to be here, but I wasn’t happy at all. We parked our car into the really long driveway …show more content…
And we walked into a school that was near our house. I enrolled at hartland north, I had to start on Monday. The principal said he would meet me in the office that Monday morning along with some student to show me around the school. The first day I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready for change in teachers or friends. I never had to make friends because I always had my cousins around so it was never a problem. I got there that morning and I waited there for about 5 minutes, and then I saw them walking through the door, and this kid was looking at me like I was some kind of