Moving

The phone rings.
"Hello, yes." Is all I hear, then everything goes silent. Later my mom comes into my room and sits at the very edge of the bed.
"Well, we got the house" she whispers.
I just nodded my head yes, letting her know I was fine. My family had been trying to get a bigger house for over a year. A house where we all had our own privacy, but it had been very difficult since there is 8 of us. Meaning that I didn't want to ruin the news for everybody, yes I didn't want to move away and start at a new school and make new friends but I also didn't want to make my family struggle. Inside I knew that I was freaking out about everything, meeting new people, having to go away from old friends. I kept overthinking everything, and how bad it was going to be. I still didn't say anything, I didn't want to ruin it.

I was excited about packing, organizing, decor, especially choosing the colors for my room. Doing everything was really fun, it really made me forget about transferring to a new school. At my old school I had one teacher for all my subjects. I was well known because I was there since kinder, I already knew it was going to be really hard. But I ignored it for a while. Once it got to school. Everything went down the drain. I was so uninspired to start. Once school started my grades dropped, dramatically. I used to be a A's and B's student. It was almost like I became a whole different person. My attitude changed, my effort changed, everything. Now that I'm in 8th grade I have realized that moving away wasn't such a big deal as I thought, and that everything is possible if effort is put in. Now I'm thankful for moving, moving gave me a fresh new start and the people I have met here are amazing.