During my 11th year on this planet, I moved from Metairie, Louisiana to Conyers, Georgia. I was not happy.
From my outward appearance, I smiled, nodded, still used my manners, but inside I was confused.
Why were we moving here?
Why did we have to leave family?
I had so many friends there. Why? Why? Why?
I was also mad. My mom showed me around the new house with carpeted floors, my own room, a large front and backyard.
“It’s on the highest point in the neighborhood,” Mom said.
I think I may have rolled my eyes at this.
“You have all your stuff in your room already,” Mom said.
“Great,” I said.
But inside, I didn’t feel so great. I felt out of sorts, like I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I wasn’t feeling too happy about the move. In fact, it made me feel angry…
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Do I go? Do I not go? The thoughts pounded in my head as I opened the car door, wondering whether to get in or slam it shut and walk back into the house.
