Let’s start in third grade. The class size was eight. I’d say that the class was fairly close. We all got along (most of the time). After school one day I came home and saw a sign. The sign that you put at the end of you driveway telling people that your house is for sale. Naturally I kicked it down.

When I got home my parents told my sister and me that we were moving. 400 miles away. To another state. To another school. To another life. Maggie, my older sister, complained saying she was to old to start over at a new school. Me, well let me tell you I screamed into a pillow and cried.

What do you expect from a third grader, did you think I was going to say okay and pack my bags all happy, heck no. I cried myself to sleep that night. I remember that Maggie and I would take turns kicking down the sign and throwing it into the ditch. After a week we stopped because we knew that we were going to still end up moving. The move worked out for Maggie she made a whole bunch of friends, but me no Saint Joseph’s was a school that had the tightest groups none moved throughout them easily.

I couldn’t find my place. I was constantly on my own at lunch and recess. The biggest thing that happened is the carefree girl I was in Litchfield melted away and was replaced with someone even I didn’t recognized. I went from this to this (g note warning). Pretty big jump in music taste if you ask me. I was lonely. I self harmed because I didn’t have a constant friend.

They would be my friend for a while then not then again and it was a constant repeat. I hated it. I hated Mandan. I still do even though I’m gone. The people I was in contact with I’m not anymore. I drifted away. When I told the last friend group that I was moving back I swear three of them smiled at me. Later I found out that the were all pretending to be my friend just so one of them could get close to Maggie. That journey is now over. Now to start a new journey.