This I Believe
I was about to take my first steps into an entirely different world. I was becoming a young adult and moving on to high school. I walked into a world that petrified me; I walked into a world where I knew my life would be the same name-calling, bullying life. I was about to walk into a world where no one knew my name and would treat me as a prisoner rather than get to know me. But when I walked in I noticed something strange. Acts of gratitude and kindness were celebrated over students of all ages. I knew that my next four years at this school were going to be the best; I believed that this school was a place for me to start over, meet new people, and be myself. I believed that I could change my life and, I believed that this new beginning was going to show me that things really do happen for a reason.
I came from a small town where I did not have many friends. My school days consisted of people shoving me into lockers and being called every name in the book, I felt like I didn’t belong in this world. I did things most people wouldn’t think of doing, I did them because I thought they would make me a better person.
My dad got a job stationed in Colorado. My mom, brother and I picked up our lives and moved within a week. I have to admit I wasn’t excited about leaving, I figured the next school that I went to would just get worse, and my life as a social reject would begin to weaken me as a person.
We arrived in Colorado a week before school started again. My brother invited me to go with him to the basketball courts and maybe meet some people, but I refused. I didn’t want to socialize with anyone outside of my family. The first day of school arrived and butterflies were tossing in my stomach. I was preparing myself for the names people would call me. I was about to take my first steps through the enormous glass-swinging doors, when a boy by the name Kevin walked up and asked my name. We got to talking and became really close, I felt like I had made my first new friend. The day went by so quickly, I was depressed it was gone, but glad for tomorrow.
I came home so excited to tell my mom and dad all the good news. I told them every single thing that happened to me including meeting my new best friend Kevin. The smiles on their faces were more than I can explain. I told them I couldn’t believe how much I loved this school, the people, the atmosphere, and the friendships. I did tell them that I believe moving to Colorado was a good thing because I believe things really do happen for a reason.
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