How I Became an Outsider
Lifeless. Lifeless is how I felt when my Mom told me that my dad was going to jail for stealing. My dad had always been my hero, but how could I look up to someone that had stolen? Lifeless is how I felt once my parents got a divorce. They had been married for over 15 years, and it all just went away so quickly.
Now I sat in the car headed to North Carolina and gazed out the window as farms and forests flashed past me. Just seven more hours and I would be at my new house. I had to leave my hometown, Santa Barbara, California. I had to leave all of my friends, my school, and pretty much my whole life. I had to leave my old life behind and start a new one, easier said than done. It is tough to move schools, but I was moving thousands of miles and I was going to be a brand …show more content…
Don't you think Ali?” my mom asked me while we wandered around the house checking out all of the rooms. “Yeah, I will take this room,” I replied, as I pointed to the room right next to the living room. The walls in my room were painted with a lavender color, my favorite color. There was a bed in the middle of the room with a flower patterned bedspread. I laid on my bed and stared up at the plain ceiling and thought to myself, “Tomorrow is going to be terrible.” I walked up to Jefferson High school. The school towered over me as if it was going to engulf me. I pulled open the heavy glass door, took a deep breath, and rubbed the sweat off my hands onto my pant leg. As soon as I stepped inside, a surge of worriedness came over me. I trudged past groups of friends that turned and gave me dirty looks. I could overhear the whispers of kids saying, “There’s the new girl.” I reached my locker and started to unload my things. I told myself, “This is going to be a long day.” “103. Ugg, where is room number 103,” I said in desperation. I finally found the classroom at the end of the hallway. I found my way to the back of the room, and I sat alone at the back
Lifeless. Lifeless is how I felt when my Mom told me that my dad was going to jail for stealing. My dad had always been my hero, but how could I look up to someone that had stolen? Lifeless is how I felt once my parents got a divorce. They had been married for over 15 years, and it all just went away so quickly.
Now I sat in the car headed to North Carolina and gazed out the window as farms and forests flashed past me. Just seven more hours and I would be at my new house. I had to leave my hometown, Santa Barbara, California. I had to leave all of my friends, my school, and pretty much my whole life. I had to leave my old life behind and start a new one, easier said than done. It is tough to move schools, but I was moving thousands of miles and I was going to be a brand …show more content…
Don't you think Ali?” my mom asked me while we wandered around the house checking out all of the rooms. “Yeah, I will take this room,” I replied, as I pointed to the room right next to the living room. The walls in my room were painted with a lavender color, my favorite color. There was a bed in the middle of the room with a flower patterned bedspread. I laid on my bed and stared up at the plain ceiling and thought to myself, “Tomorrow is going to be terrible.” I walked up to Jefferson High school. The school towered over me as if it was going to engulf me. I pulled open the heavy glass door, took a deep breath, and rubbed the sweat off my hands onto my pant leg. As soon as I stepped inside, a surge of worriedness came over me. I trudged past groups of friends that turned and gave me dirty looks. I could overhear the whispers of kids saying, “There’s the new girl.” I reached my locker and started to unload my things. I told myself, “This is going to be a long day.” “103. Ugg, where is room number 103,” I said in desperation. I finally found the classroom at the end of the hallway. I found my way to the back of the room, and I sat alone at the back