Personal Narrative: My First Coming To America

When I first came to America, I was lonely. I was really different from how I am now. I did not really have any friends. Also, my friends in Russia could not communicate with me because of the difference in time. I felt empty inside, like a doll. I started to get depressed because of it. I wished to meet someone, who could understand me. Soon, I met a girl that seemed insane. When I just came to America, everything seemed different. Buildings were huge, roads were big, and it was very warm in summer. I knew that everyone in America spoke English, the language I did not know. So, when I heard someone trying to make a conversation with me, I could not say anything but “I don’t speak English”. My first day of school was not that great for me. I felt that people stared at me, like at a dinosaur in a museum. I could not talk to anyone much, so I felt a little lonely. By the end of 5th grade, I met some people, but they still could not understand my feelings, even if they moved from another country and spoke a different language. At the beginning of 6th grade, I was lost. I was lost physically and emotionally. School was big, and has many different rooms. Some were decorated with posters of many different colors like blue, red and etc. and had some kind of messages. I and my friends were running around the building, trying to get in our class in time. Emotionally I was lost for the whole year. O could not understand why I am so lonely, even if I got friends. I was really happy that I got in the same class as other ESOL people, and everything would be fine, but we were not good friends. In one side, I was happy that I got in the same class with my last year’s friends, but we were different. Kristina was shy and quiet, but she could not understand my jokes. Bema was depressed, like me but she never talked. We were pretty in common with Bema, because of the same feelings. It was a small school friendship, nothing more than that. The only thing I could do to forget about …show more content…
We texted and spoke on Skype. Soon, we started to understand each other. I bet it’s because we had problems in common. I started to see real Alena, who trusts me. She told me everything. About how annoying adults can be sometimes, and I agreed. I told her about how lazy and idiotic my brother can be sometimes. How nasty and horrible it is to clean after our older brothers and sisters. How stinks the garbage and can smell like old socks and foul salmon. We understood that we are very alike. One time, I felt so sad with no reason. I could not understand why. At that moment, I was with my school friends, and everything was fine, that’s why it seemed strange. I asked Alena if something happened. We got shocked, but I felt that Alena was sad. She said that she felt lonely. Her sister left her, and went outside with her friend. No one even texted Alena, so she thought that no one needs her. Soon, we became “brothers” or best friends. We laughed together because of “Latin princess” and other jokes that we made up. I never thought, that girl with green eyes and reddish-brown hair could make me