When I think of moving I thought I was dying emotionaly, bit that was the beginning. I moved in forth grade and started attending a public elementary school in my neighborhood. My first day there I ended up sitting next to a blond, curly haired girl named Emily. A nice Enoch girl who was in my class for the next few years. But in fifth grade, things changed. She became ( partly) my friend, but only a second choice friend. If another girl in my class wasn't there I'd be her friend for the day or as long as the girl was gone. Don't ask me wh but I was her friend even as shetalked bad about other kids and talked bad about me too, only she did it to my face. " you suck at soccer, your such a loser and I hate and why are you even my friend" were commin things I heard. I still hear it but usually have a response or a mean thiv to say back. It feels bad noing that there is someone callign you names and so don't do it. You'll regret it and know that it makes the others cry