New kid on the Block- Final Draft

Imagine what it feels like to be the new kid. Imagine how it feels to be left out or to be the outcast. Or how about, imagine what it’s like to have no friends and no one to talk to. My emotions went on a wild streak when I knew I had to do this again. I was nervous, scared and upset, I didn’t understand why I had to go to a new school. I went through this in the beginning of my 3rd grade year from when I moved from Wittenberg School, WI, to Bowler School, WI, about 10 miles away. I had to step into new territory of new people, new kids, and new hallways. I knew that I had to start all over again from knowing what classroom to go to, to making new friends, but I had no idea how difficult it would be to be the new kid on the block. 
I had attended school in the same school district, with the same people since pre- school, so I felt comfortable. Wittenberg is a small town where everyone knows everyone. Of course when I got into first and second grade I had all my friends figured out knowing that these friends were going to be my long lasting friends until I graduate. But one day towards the end of second grade, that all changed. When I came home from school after my mother picked me up, my mom told me to take a seat in the living room. I knew right then and there something was wrong, she told me, “Brittany, we are moving and you will be going to a new school, Bowler Elementary.” Like any other little girl would, I ran to my room and cried. I sat in my room for that rest of the night thinking about how was I going to tell my friends that I’m not coming back the following year.
The next day, the sun came along and I got ready for my last day of school, it occurred to me it would also be my last day of school at Wittenberg Elementary. Now every kid was excited because the summer was almost here, and of course it was the last day of the school. When I got to school, everyone was happy, talking about how they couldn’t wait until next year hoping certain friends will be in the same classroom and get longer recesses, everyone except me. How upsetting is that? Recess did eventually come along for us, and at that time I told my friends I was leaving, that I wasn’t going to come back the following year. They all understood and were upset but my closest friend at the time, Alicia, told me, “We’ll still be friends even if you go to a different school,” and happily, we still are. So for the rest of the day I tried to make the best of it and enjoy every last minute.
As the summer days went by, so did the packing and the moving. This new house was white and it was out in the country where it’s quiet and there is barely any traffic, tons of trees and lots of fields. I have a younger sister and a younger brother but my sister was going into kindergarten, and well, my brother was just a little one yet. But we kids got very used to the new surroundings because we got to run everywhere and anywhere and of course hide-n- go- seek in the tall grass. The summer was a huge excitement that year, seeing that everything was finally settled in but as September 2nd, 2000 approached I became more anxious about the new school.
At 7:30 a.m. the bus came, so my sister and I had to be ready by the latest of 7:25 a.m. This was the first time I ever got to ride a bus, because back in Wittenberg, my mother would take me to school. So of course at 7:25 a.m. in the morning, my sister and I were waiting at the end of the driveway for the bus to come along and next thing I knew, the bus stopped in front of me. Nervously, I got on, walk towards the middle of the bus, sat down and watched out of the window the whole way to the new school I was about to see. School normally started at 8:15 a.m., so it took like and half an hour or so before I got there but when we finally arrived at Bowler School, my heart was beating like the wings of a hummingbird. I was scared, what if I didn’t make any friends or what if everyone hates me or doesn’t  like or something, all these thoughts were running through my head. I was scared to walk off the bus, but I knew I had too. I walked off with my head held low, walked into the building and there I was, in middle of nowhere. Where was I suppose to go, what was I supposed to do, I had no idea what to do, my thought to myself was, “ Why did my mom do this to me.” But all of a sudden, a teacher walks up to me and says “ You must be new, what’s your name?” Well of course I answered her saying yes I was new and that my name was Brittany. At Bowler, all the kids go into the gym until the teachers comes in and introduces the childrens names in his/her class, and then they’re all dismissed. I remember my first teacher, Mr. Turner and I remembered him because he was freakishly tall at the time. When he came and got all of us, he took us back to his classroom, and with butterflies in my stomach, we all sat down and right away I could notice everyone had their friends already from the previous year. I was so scared that I wasn’t going to make any friends after what I saw. Telling each other about their summer except for me, there I was in the back row, in the back seat, by myself.
Until this one girl sat down next to me in the back row, Ashley Backes. I knew her when I used to live in Wittenberg. Her grandparents were our neighbors and when Ashley would visit, we would always hang out and play outside and do some kind of adventure that came upon our heads. But we both looked at each other and we both said, “I know you!” Instantly we became the “bestest” of friends throughout Bowler Elementary from 3rd grade to 8th grade when she decided to move to Wittenberg herself. That moment, I was the happiest kid ever because I knew I didn’t have to go through 3rd grade as the lonely kid. I knew then I didn’t have to worry no more and didn’t have to make a big deal about it because it all turned out to be fine at the end. Later after Ashley had moved, I had some other great friends and the one I became best friends with was Danielle Rickert. We stayed the closest of friends and were nominated most inseparable for the yearbook and literally ‘hands in hands’ graduated together. From then and there I knew this wasn’t going to be bad after all, I did start out with a rough start being the new kid, but if you experienced the new kid feeling, you will know exactly what I’m talking about. Seeing that I was friends with her in 3rd grade, I soon then became friends with lots of others too. Now I’m glad to be a Bowler graduate with 26 other friends of Bowler High School, including the friends I kept over the years at Wittenberg High.