Though I didn’t cry in front of my mom, I went in the privacy of my bedroom, and unleased an ocean. It was my junior year. We were almost there. All of my friends and I had been waiting on this moment for three years. We were finally able to say that we were upperclassmen, and, together, we would all graduate the next year.
I’d gotten a new haircut over the summer that boosted my confidence, and I was learning to love myself for me. I wasn’t as shy, and it was as if I’d become a magnet for positive energies and great friends. Not to mention that, for the first time, I met a boy that I sincerely took interest in, and he began to show me around the city that I had lived in for years, but never fully seen.
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Boy, did I cry. I cried on the way there. I cried when I woke up my first morning in Alabama. I cried every time I thought of the fact that I’d left my friends and family, to come live with my drunk of a grandfather, that I barely knew, in a state that I hated with everything in me. For months, I sat in my sorrow. I didn’t hang out with anyone outside of school, I sat in the house every weekend, and I didn’t care. All that I cared about was being able to return home the summer before my senior year, until that didn’t happen. Setback number two. Yes, I did cry. This time, however, the tears only lasted for a moment. I realized that, maybe I was in Alabama for a reason. Throwing pity parties and being angry with life was only elongating my time in a situation that I didn’t want to be in. I got a job, and spent my entire summer working. With small, but steady strides, I began stepping towards accepting unexpected change, and using it as an opportunity to better myself. December will make a year that I’ve been living in Alabama, and I must say, I’m proud of myself. I’ve come a long way, and I’ve matured immensely. My mother found a job, we no longer live with my grandfather, and we’re getting back on our feet. I’m now focusing on making the most out of my senior year, helping my mom as much as possible, and preparing myself for
I’d gotten a new haircut over the summer that boosted my confidence, and I was learning to love myself for me. I wasn’t as shy, and it was as if I’d become a magnet for positive energies and great friends. Not to mention that, for the first time, I met a boy that I sincerely took interest in, and he began to show me around the city that I had lived in for years, but never fully seen.
My life, as a teenager, was finally …show more content…
Boy, did I cry. I cried on the way there. I cried when I woke up my first morning in Alabama. I cried every time I thought of the fact that I’d left my friends and family, to come live with my drunk of a grandfather, that I barely knew, in a state that I hated with everything in me. For months, I sat in my sorrow. I didn’t hang out with anyone outside of school, I sat in the house every weekend, and I didn’t care. All that I cared about was being able to return home the summer before my senior year, until that didn’t happen. Setback number two. Yes, I did cry. This time, however, the tears only lasted for a moment. I realized that, maybe I was in Alabama for a reason. Throwing pity parties and being angry with life was only elongating my time in a situation that I didn’t want to be in. I got a job, and spent my entire summer working. With small, but steady strides, I began stepping towards accepting unexpected change, and using it as an opportunity to better myself. December will make a year that I’ve been living in Alabama, and I must say, I’m proud of myself. I’ve come a long way, and I’ve matured immensely. My mother found a job, we no longer live with my grandfather, and we’re getting back on our feet. I’m now focusing on making the most out of my senior year, helping my mom as much as possible, and preparing myself for