I thought my mom decided to stay because she hadn’t said anything or made me and my sister pack. I was pretty happy about that, but I soon came to realize she didn’t want to stay. A few weeks before winter vacation I had to start packing and I I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was almost four years ago and I’m in a pretty nice place now for the most part The weather was nice, it was warm but not too hot and a little windy and because it was a few weeks after I started sixth grade. I came home from school and did my everyday routine. I did my homework, I ate some snacks, I watched tv and went outside. It wasn’t a good or bad day it was just normal. But after dinner my mom asked if I would like to move. I told her I hated that idea and that I already had friends and didn’t want to make new ones. In the nicest way possible she told me we had to move and it wasn’t an option. After about a week I got over it and stopped talking about it.
was so bummed that I had to move in the middle of the year. After I left I moved to salem and My mom had some money problems so I quickly moved again. I pretty much hated it. The first house I move into was a decent size house with a small yard and 2 bathrooms and I had a pretty small room but it was big enough. Then I downgraded to a wicked small house and I pretty much lived in the basement of some peoples house but it was finished. That house was like the size of most of friends first floors and it was wicked weird because I wasn’t used to small houses. Money issues sucked. It was pretty lame because my parents just got divorced so I didn’t see my dad. That was all fine though because my mom didn’t really care what I did or when I did it. I liked not being looked after as much as I usually was because it gave me the freedom to have some fun.

I moved to Salem during sixth grade and I wasn’t very popular so I had to make some friends. One of my first friends, Dylan Salvo, introduced me to this kid named Brendan. Brendan was short, not very bright, funny, and sensitive. He has black hair, little baby carrot fingers, and a six pack. We hung out as a group a couple times and we still do hang out as a group all the time. Because I had a pretty small house, I hated having friends over because I thought they would make fun of me. Brendan was one of the few kids that didn’t give me a hard time for it, that is mostly why we started hanging out so often. I never got bullied for being poor but my friends just liked to give me a hard time for it. I thought that Brendan was cool because he liked most of the same music, most of the same tv shows, and just the same types of stuff as me. He also has anger issues so he can be extremely annoying but its fine because we fight until he gets hurt or he cheep shots me and I get hurt and then we are friends again.

During seventh grade my parents were just getting back together and that added a lot of stress on me and I barely hung out with Brendan or Dylan and I made all new friends and they probably weren't the best friends I could have hung out with. I would only ever see Brendan or Dylan in gym or sometimes walking down the hallway in school. Then one day during the summer going into eighth grade we all hung out once and somehow we started hanging out almost everyday over the summer. Then me and Brendan became even better friends. After eighth grade was over I moved again into a little bit of a bigger house and I started hanging out with Brendan and Dylan as much as possible. I still hang out with them but not very often because I’m usually grounded for every little thing I do. But without my best friends Dylan and Brendan things probably would have been worse.