Kealing Middle School: A Short Story

In August 2010, I stepped onto United States territory for the first time. My older brother, my mom, and I arrived at the bus station. It was crowded and people were desperately trying to get their luggage. My body felt the heat as soon as we got off the bus. The clouds were removed from the sky and the shiny sun was all by itself. We got our luggage, and we noticed a man walking towards us. The heat waves stopped me from identifying him. As he got closer, I noticed it was my dad. It was the first time I had seen him in a couple of years. We hugged for an eternity. On the way to our house, a whole new environment flourished around me. After a couple minutes, we got to our home, and we could finally rest after the longest trip ever. I knew beforehand, …show more content…
My lack of knowledge of the language was one of my biggest challenges. Also, I did not know anyone in the United States, except for my family members at home, so it was really hard for me to make new friends. At Kealing Middle School, my very first day of eighth grade was the hardest day of my life. Everything was different: the language, the signs on the walls, the building, the food, the teachers, the classes, and especially the people around the school. The environment was crowded, and everyone seemed to be happy except for me. The students around the school totally ignored me every time I passed by them as if I was invisible. That was not normal for me at all because at my school in Mexico, almost everyone knew me. I was that person from whom everyone would ask questions. I was not the most popular student in the school, but at least everyone knew who I was. Back in my country, school was so simple and understandable. In the United States, everything seemed to be a thousand times more difficult than it really was. Even the most insignificant thing was really hard for me to do. Asking how to get to a classroom was the toughest task because I didn 't even know how to say it. Even if I figured out how to ask how to get to a place, I could not find the room because I could not understand the response. I would find a person and ask, "Room 240?" They would answer, "Oh that room is down this hallway right in front of the principal 's office." Those words seemed to travel a hundred miles per hour. I would just nod and start walking around the school until I found the room I was looking for. That whole day was like an eternity, I was just waiting for the last bell to ring. When I came back to my house, I did not want to go back to school ever