I walked into the room. Fear and anxiety overwhelmed me. I looked into the eyes of those who would soon be my friends. Before I continue, maybe I should back up a few months, 8 to be exact. I remember like it was yesterday.

“What? We're moving?” I screamed in anger and shock.

It was true; we were moving no if's, and's, or but's. I had to say goodbye to those I had known since the first grade. We packed up everything and headed towards our new life. The first tear of many streamed down my cheek as I looked out the window to see the life that I had change forever. As we drove the three hour drive to Kansas City, all I had on my mind were my friends. How would I survive without them? They were my life. They meant the world to me. I could never replace them. I stared out the window thinking of the adventure ahead.

That night in the apartment, as I set my glasses on the table beside the bed, thoughts and fears began to bewilder me. What would the kids at school think of me? Would they like me? Would I fit in? Would anyone like me? I didn't know the answers to the questions, but the main question, that scared me the most, “Would I make any friends”? I felt alone and afraid. I began to pray that God would help me get through the night.

A few weeks later it was time for the first day of school. I began to stress about the tiniest things. That morning my mom woke me up at 7 am, yelling for me not to be late. The idea that I wasn't in Iowa with my friends anymore hit me like a bullet. The dark circles under my eyes were proof of that. As I dressed for school, I began to worry more and more about what the other kids would think of me. When we got to the school, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My dad gave me a hug and wished me good luck, and I headed toward a world unknown.

Meanwhile when I got to my locker a strawberry blonde, freckled faced girl came up to me.

“Hi, my name is Brooke. I noticed you were new and I wanted to introduce myself and this is Natalie,” she eyed the brown-haired girl next to her.

“Hi, I am Jessica,” I said as I nervously shrugged a loose hair behind my ear. Brooke and Natalie smiled and walked away. My nerves began to ease. Now, here is where we left off.

I was feeling pretty good. Everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly until I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. A tear escaped from my eye and I quickly swiped it away. I sniffled and began to place my mind elsewhere and tried to focus, but all I could think about were my friends. I couldn't believe I wouldn't be going to high school with them. I finally was able to get them out of my head and focus and the rest of the day went on. The next few days seemed to be the same routine Math was in the morning, English next, choir, lunch, Geography, Bible, Biology, and Health were in the afternoon. Third hour was my favorite class. I got to sing and laugh and hear Mr. Gordon tell stories of him and his brothers. Choir is the place I met one of my best friends.