The Next Chapter

Driving away from my home in Orem was the hardest thing I had been through at this point. The night we got home I didn't help unpack. It was a snowy night in January, and nothing seemed better than a warm fire. I curled up in my Raggedy Anne blanket, and sat next to the fireplace in my new house. I watched as my family, mostly mom and dad, carried in hundreds of boxes. All of my precious things packed away in these pieces of cardboard. It hit me that we were here to stay. This was my new home. Many neighbors came over and greeted us in the first few weeks we were moving in. I met a few girls, but none my age. All of the girls in my neighborhood were a little older or younger than me. I remember getting invited to our neighbors house for dinner the first Sunday we were there. I came home from church that day because I was feeling sick. While my parents were at church meeting our new ward, I was at hone throwing up. I had bacon that morning for breakfast, and I could taste it every time the vomit came up. When my family got home, they were getting ready to go to the neighbors for dinner. I felt sick still, but I couldn't miss out on a chance to meet new people, so I went. We had a nice dinner, and talked for a while after. Their 6 year old and I got bored quickly, and run upstairs to play. Her older sister wanted to make a movie, so we helped. I have no idea what the movie was about because I was busy trying to keep my dinner down the entire time. The girl I was with kept punching me in the stomach... I still don't understand why someone you just barely met would punch you in the stomach, but she did over and over and over again, once we were done filming our movie, I ran downstairs. I went straight to my mom to tell her I was going to throw up. She was quick, and grabbed her glass of water. Yeah, that didn't do it... I puked everywhere! All over our neighbors floor. What a way to get to know people. Let me tell you, if you want someone to remember you for a good story, just puke on their floor the first time you meet them. It really works. I have not eaten bacon since that day. Not sure if it was just because of the flavor of my vomit, or what, but I cannot stand to eat it. After this experience I became good friends with the girl that punched me in the stomach. I went over to her house alot. She was the only person I knew until I went to school. The first day at my new school was horrible. I was still sick, but I had to go. I started at 8:00. My mom, brother, and I drove down the road until we got there. We went to meet the principal, and then dropped my brother off to his 5th grade class. Next was my turn. I got to my new classroom, and all I saw was boys. I was the only girl in the early schedule. I later found out that there was one other girl named Kira, but she was gone that day. Great... So I spent that first morning trying my best not to get Cooties, but try to make the best of it. My teacher did a great job if trying to help me feel comfortable, but I was really shy, and I didn't talk to her when she asked me questions. At 9:15 all the other kids came storming in. To my delight, every single one was a girl. Well, besides the two boys. But I finally had girls to talk to. They all asked me about myself, where I was from, where I live now, what my favorite color was. All that jazz. The day got better as it went on, but I honestly don't remember much of it.