Hometown Narrative

This narrative is about a time in my life that has greatly affected me. I think this best targets the people who are moving to a new place and trying to fit in.

New Girl New Town New Life 

Showing up I felt scared, nervous, alone, and ultimately out of control of my own situation. Pine Haven Elementary was not the warm place I had been used to. Being a new kid in a school is like being a fish out of water. Moving houses, schools, and away from my close family/friends was one of the biggest changes I had to face in my life up to that point. I left behind my best friend, the only person I had known. Just to start over in a new city all because my dad wanted me to experience what he had grown up with.  

Up to the age of six I lived in a small town with no name. I lived close to my family, I had made friends, and I felt good where I was at. Unfortunately, the town was unsafe for my family. The weather was unpredictable, and my family just did not feel safe where we were living. After my first year of school, my dad decided to uproot my whole family and move us to his childhood town. Bauxite, Arkansas. Another town where there was a population of none, and a place where new kids were not accepted easily. My dad swore that this town would help shape me as a person; he swore it would be the best thing for me while I grew up.  

My first day of first grade was a blur. I remember being scared to walk into the building, but my parents just left me alone, left me knowing no one, knowing nothing. The whole first week I was the quiet new girl. It had taken me a while to make friends, all I wanted was to go back to my old school with my friends and people who I already knew. Coming home from my first day, I felt defeated. I felt as if I was so out of place. I felt as if I was always going to be the new girl who ate alone and had no one to play with on the playground. 

Until one day a girl who sat beside me on the carpet. She was my first friend and my longest friend for the entire time I was in school. Suddenly, I knew someone. I had a friend, and everything was finally starting to look up to me. I was no longer scared of the unfamiliar environment I was forced into. Although I missed my friends and I missed being close to my family, I learned that my dad may have been right about this.  

Being the new girl was scary, but my dad knew what I needed to succeed in life. His hometown quickly became my hometown. It was the place that shaped me, changed me, helped make me tough. Behind all the fear, newness, and loneliness the change in destination ended up being one of the best things to happen to me. I would not trade anything I went through for the world.