Moving is definitely something that not very many people like doing. A new house, a new school, a new life. Looking back I realized that when my family moved, it wasn’t very far, not far at all quite frankly.

But in my mind a new school with new people was farther than any physical distance. The lightning got the best of our old house and there wasn’t much we could do about it. The heavy rain didn’t stop the bright lightning strike that happened to hit right next to my parents’ window. Thankfully, we were out of town that week and no one had been in the house because we were told that if anyone were to be in the house, they wouldn’t have survived.

Making new friends at my new school wasn’t a problem, but for some reason I had a great hatred towards Wiley. I couldn’t stand riding the old, ugly bus home. Nor could I stand some of the annoying people that I was forced to sit with on this bus. At my old school, I could walk home. That was something that was quickly taken from me that I obviously didn’t approve of.

Eventually, I got over it. I realized that all of this hatred was not going to solve anything. I learned to accept where I was and what I was doing. My parents didn’t seem to notice how miserable I was, they were too busy figuring out ways to solve some financial issues. They didn’t have the time to bother with my middle school problems.