• It all started about three years ago. I had moved schools in fifth grade, I had always had friends. I felt as if I was on top of the world and life couldn't get better, until the day came. I hated attintion and I hated losing people and things I loved. My mom and dad had me apply to a private cathlic school, though I am not cathlic. I considered it but never thought I could get in, who would want a fifth grader who acted like a teenager? I had taken the test to get in with my best friends Bruce and Lea. They had spent the night at my house the night before the test. Thier mom's had thought the same thing 'lets get our children out of the schools before they go bad' I should thank them one of these days, because it was the best idea they have yet to have. My family consist of my mom,dad, and brother (Joe). We were camping when we recieved the phone call saying I was accepted. We finished camping and headed home. On the first day of school I wished I hadnt dieced to go here. I wanted to go back to my old school. I stood behind my parents' car in the scholl's uniform and white tights. Yuck. I hated that my parents made me wear tights, especially since no one else was.