Beep! 

Beep!

The sound of the car stopping against the driveway of my new home frightened me. I missed my neighbor, I missed everyone I knew in my life.

Here we are, in a small, cramped town.

How will I live here? I want to leave! I thought. It was too late. I started to cry like a little child getting injured; loudly. When I came inside my new, empty room, I read a note I still treasure today by my favorite teacher of all time:

“Dear Alex, you were one of the best students I’ve ever had. Don’t worry about the move. You’ll meet new friends, get good grades and I’ll never forget about you. You’ll be great in life, I promise. Love, Mr. Bell.”

I started to draw about everything new going on and my dreams for this place; to still be with my childhood best friend Parker and meet someone new. 

When I entered my new school, I felt like an alien. I was different from other boys and other girls. None of them wanted to talk to me or play with me at recess. 

“Get away! Eww! Is it a girl?” My largest bully, Grant, first said to me. It never really bothered me at the time. Sure, I cried and felt weak, but it didn’t impact me too much. I wrote about it a lot, just so I wouldn’t forget about it. I missed it all. I wanted my old life back. 

My parents noticed, and my mom, being nice at the time, told the teacher about this bully, because Grant was in my class as well. All the teacher said that I was distracted, and he was perfect. That teacher was Mrs. Lia, one of the worst teachers ever. That led me down pretty deep. Really deep.