Many kids were watching me and whispering to their friends about “the new kid” as I walked by. I sat down by myself in the hallway among the other students. The pressure was unbearable, and I started to cry from the unwanted attention I received, but I had nowhere to run. The rest of the day I walked around by myself without anyone to talk to because my classmates already had long-term friendships, and they did not want a new person …show more content…
I could not find people to connect with, and I did not make any real friends at my school for at least a year. I found that people living in Indiana were not as nice as the people from the area of Michigan that I previously lived in. We could not find a church that met our needs for about four years, and it took me a while to finally unpack all of the boxes in my new house. I cried myself to sleep some nights when I felt alone and hopeless. I needed some form of stability in my life, but my dad kept threatening to move. I had told myself that I would never make friends again because I would just be ripped away from them again. The healing process was long and strenuous, but I eventually started to piece myself back together. I have learned that it is hard to overcome the pain of losing people, but it is something that goes along with life. A life without friends is worse than losing friends while still keeping special memories with them. I also eventually caught up in the curriculum that I had missed and started doing pretty well in all of my