It was cold so i grabbed a blanket from the back seat. we had just pulled out of Houston going to a small town named petal in the middle of Mississippi. I don't understand why my parents didn't let me finish my senior year at Yates high. I had looked up the city on Google and there wasn't anythign special about it other than their fine arts program. I sung alot in church when i was little but i didn't think i was anything special. I will probably give showchoir a chance, but that was the least of my worries. I had to think about school and how people were going to treat "the new kid" or making new friends. I've never been good with people or making new Friends. I'm not out going until i really get to know my group of friends. Back at my old school i had know them since the 7th grade, so i'm not use to making new friends. I've been praying alot lately about it and asking god to help me through it. "we are about halfway there" my dad said as we pull into a KFC in Lafayette. After a long car ride all