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Personal Narrative: Moving From School To Another

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Moving from one school to another is hard but moving from one continent to another is harder. At the age of 11, my mom and stepdad gathered up all our stuff and flew my family to the USA. I had to leave everything behind and live this new life. I was very nervous to start my first day of seventh grade in Sherrard Jr. High but the people here were very welcoming. Years passed by and I turned into a high school freshman; I’ve made friends and joined multiple clubs and organizations. I was part of Class Senate, Stand For The Silent, the cheerleading squad, and etc. so, I had a busy life and I was doing great. So why was it that I still felt like a dark well? Empty and bottomless. It felt like something was missing in my life but what?

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