Personal Narrative: My First Day After Moving To Indiana

It was a cold, winter Colorado morning. I remember the snow coming down, from the blizzard we were about to start driving in. Tears running down our cheeks, saying our goodbyes to our family. I had never moved in my life, which was a scary thought to think to about. In just a few weeks, my sister, brother and I would be in a different state, in a different school, with different kinds of people. I remember that morning, like it was yesterday. We made many pit stops on our way, since their was a huge blizzard. Being the person I was, I got anxiety just thinking that I had to make new friends and meet new people at our new school, and for an antisocial pessimist, this wasn't going to be easy. I assured myself that everything would be ok, I would fit in school perfectly, maybe students would think I was cool, because I came from a different state, but future me knows that, that’s not how it went. Things weren’t as easy as I imagined them, and considering what I went through, I

A week after moving we were already in school. My first day was awesome, I met my new classmates, and they all seemed accepting. I made new friends, three girls in specific, who all had long brown/dark hair, and skinny. Although, at that time, I considered them my friends, I now realize they were never friends.
About six months into school, I started realizing strange things they did to me. I remember walking into class and sitting where we all would normally sit. The girls walked in and instead of sitting with me, rolled their eyes at me, and sat in a different group. I made myself believe that they were just joking, and insisted in still being their friends, because to me, they were my only friends. I hated class with them, but specifically lunch time. I understood that I was getting bullied, but I was too scared to admit it to myself and I was embarrassed to tell my parents.
“How did school go?!” my dad would ask excitedly every