I have moved a lot of times in my short life, but I’ve stayed around the same town. I moved to the other side of town when I started fifth grade. Moving to the other side of town meant a new house, a new school, and worse of all, making new friends. Do not get me wrong, I like having friends, but trying to make new friends is a totally different story.
I only knew one or two people that went to school at my new school, so I was not completely scared. I arrived when everyone was at recess. Mrs. Brodersen, or Mrs. B. as they called her, showed me around the school. The students came inside when the bell rang, and they all stared at me, mainly because I was really tall compared to everyone else. When she introduced me to the class, I got so nervous that I do not even remember what happened. Besides the fact that I was new there, it made me more nervous to see all the eyes staring up at me.
The day went by really fast because before I knew it the day was over. I was in gymnastics in fifth grade which meant that we had after school practices every other day at the high school. That day I had practice. The girls who were in gymnastics would hop on a bus which would transfer us to the high school. All the fifth grade girls went to the back of the bus, so I just followed them since Mrs. B told me to follow them so I would know what bus to go on.
While in the back of the bus I met three or four girls. The one who stood out the most was Heather. She was a year older than me which meant she was eleven. Heather had long flowing down to her butt brown hair and brown eyes to match her hair. I was a head taller than her. The first thing she said to me was,” Hi, my name is Heather! Would you like to be my friend?”
The way she presented herself threw me off guard. I was not quite sure what to say to her, but I said sure because I also thought, “ Hey I’m new here, and I do not have many friends yet, so even if she is a little weird, I will just ignore that part.”
I made a really good choice of judgment because we became really great friends. Heather ended on moving to Nebraska when we were going into eighth grade. She and I both didn’t want her to move, but we realized she didn’t have a choice.