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 …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