Changed For the Better: Part I

It was in May of 2012 that I decided I wanted to switch highschools. I had already dropped out a month early, and after that I felt like I could never go back. My parents and I talked about all of the options. I could move in with my cousin in Washington, I could be homeschooled, or I could go to another local highschool. At this point I didn't care. All I wanted was to start over. My mom really worried about me being homeschooled because I was already so isolative. She also didn't like the idea of me leaving her for 10 months. I considered the options for a long time, then decided I would go check out some of the other highschools nearby. The first one I went to was Pleasant Grove. I walked in thinking that I wouldn't fit in there either. I waited in line at the front desk with my mom until we could talk to the secretary. The lady in front of us turned around and nicely just asked what we were waiting for. We told her that we were trying to decide if this was a good school to transfer to. She started telling us about how great the teachers were and how her daughter had a great sophomore year. We talked for a while and somehow the conversation led to how both this woman and my mom thought that they each looked familiar. When this lady said her name my mom gasped. She said really loud, "your husband was my son's mission president!". That pretty much sealed the deal. For us that was a confirmation from God that this was the right school. I started up school in August and immediately loved it. The kids were so different from the others I knew. They weren't afraid to talk to you. I felt so welcome and secure. I made new friends really fast. I hungout with a group of boys at lunch, and would say hi in the hallways. I found out that we all had seminary at the same time, so we walked together. The second day of school, I talked to one of the boys that I sat with at lunch, and I loved his personality. He was so nice, and rumor had it that he thought I was cute. To me it was a big deal because where I come from, I was not cute. After that, we liked each other. It just happened. He asked me to homecoming, and we hungout everyday. It was all fun until there was drama and more drama, then I was just done. We were never going out or anything, but I told him I didn't really like him anymore, and that was the end of it.