What I was waiting for

    Arriving here and restarting , once again, scared me. Ive always been used to picking up and going somewhere new. I had to be, after all  I had no choice. And after all did I not have the right?High school is scary and intimidating. Walking those deep hallways all i could hope for was invisibility. I wanted to disappear, to go unnoticed. Yet that didn't happen and it occurred  to me that maybe I was even being stalked. Being the new one, you feel preyed upon.  But how could I protest?What could i possibly do. Nothing.
   Leaving everyone that ever meant  something to me proved to be the hardest thing Ive ever been put through.Leaving my culture, my language, my friends, my family. How could that void ever be filled? In a foreign place, with strangers surrounding me, and cold segregation.Yet somehow I gained someone. I gained a piece  to fill my void.I feel like i have new family, I can only hope it continues to grow