It wasn't exactly something I had not experienced before - walking into a situation with no idea of what to expect. But this time I couldn't seem to convince myself that I was ready to start such a big commitment after everything I had been through recently. Could I really open up to this idea of change? As my dad repeated relentlessly, "Taking on this challenge of making new friends and trying something new aren't always a bad thing; it could lead you to an opportunity for growth". .
Having hardly slept all night, I awake to my alarm and the panic shoots through my veins as I realize that Monday has come and there was now no turning back. A chilling September wind blowing through the fall Michigan air nips at the small amount of exposed skin I had allowed to show. No way would it have been this cold in California around this time I think to myself as I trudge up my driveway towards the bus stop. My dad, following behind me, calls out "Remember to smile and be friendly!" I roll my eyes not understanding his inability to sympathize with me. Moving 3,000 miles away from my mom, sister, and step-dad to live with my dad in a small town no one has ever herd of had changed my life forever and still, I was attempting to adapt to all the differences I now had to live with. Shoving all of those thoughts to the back of my mind as at the school, I slowly climb off with a plastered on smile, just waiting for something to happen to give me a reason to go home. I walked down every hallway until I finally found my locker upstairs just as the high pitched bell rang for the beginning of class. "Shit!" I mumble under my breath. My stomach twists until I begin to feel nauseous, first day of school and I'm already going to be tardy.
It wasn't long before the high pitched bell alerted the arrival of lunch. After grabbing the bag with the food my dad had packed me from my locker I begin to follow my peers towards the cafeteria.
