Author's Note: This story is about when I moved to Wisconsin and had to start eighth grade in a new school.
When I moved to Wisconsin, I thought I was going to hate it because I didn't know anyone and didn't have anything to do. I didn't want to move at all. Eventually, a kid from down the road that I lived on named Michael came over to my house asking me if I wanted to hangout. I said sure and then we went outside and played football.
Then, a couple weeks later, Michael introduced me to another kid that lived down the road also. His name was Carl, he was in the eighth grade also. Carl, Michael, and I all played football for the Pewaukee Pirates, even though Carl doesn't go to my school. Then when the football season started I became friends with almost every single one of the other kids, all of them go to my school.
Eventually, when school started I was pretty nervous because I didn't know anyone except for the people that I knew from the football team. When I got to my locker a kid from my team had the locker right next to mine. He, and a couple other kids from the team greeted me. It was nice to have people that I know right there and it was nice to have somebody talk to right away. As I walked to my first hour class I got lost, but I ended up finding my way there. As I entered my first hour class, Mr. Baker for Tech Ed 1, I didn't see anybody that I knew so I kind of just sat there quietly. My first hour class was the only class that day that I had that I didn't know anyone in.
In the end, it all turned out okay. I'm happy here in Wisconsin. I've made friends in the short time I have been here and, the teachers are very nice. This made starting life as an eighth grader in a new school way easier.
