First day at a new school and city

Raised in the south, growing up on acres and acres of land is a fun life expierence. Smelling the fresh trees after it rains, having breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, and desert. Even a healthy lunch with a little "I love you" with it to top it off. Life couldn't get any better. Instead it got worst. The next week I was moving to Philadelphia with my mom and my step dad. I was having a good old time playing every sport with my cousins, although I always had cuts and bruises because they were all boys and well you know how they play rough. Eating auntie’s cooking and grandma's biscuits, mmmmmmm good! So why was that all being taking away from me? I am a good kid. I
would not do any harm to anyone. You know there's that saying ,” It’s too good to be true", and now I know that was a fact. As I left South Carolina I started thinking about how my life would change. My friends, home cooked meals,and last but not least going to a new school. My mother told me she enrolled me to a schoolnamed F.S.Emonds Elementary, and that I started school Monday. It was a Saturday when I moved to Philadelphia. It was a lot of children on my block. It was not hard for me to meet new friends. The only thing they made fun of me about was the way I talked and dressed, but that was all. But that all changed when my mom took me shopping. She bought me a lot different things that she saw most kids were wearing so I would not feel left out, but I still felt that way. It was Monday morning, and I was getting dressed for school. Brushing my little teeth, putting on my little Nike sweat suit, and of course having my mom plat my hair, putting bows at the end of the plat to match my sweat suit. With this whole new look, you could not tell I was a southern girl until I open my mouth. Because before we went shopping I would wear my blue jean overalls with one side left unattached. And had corn rows going straight back or even in a ponytail. After she was done getting me ready for school, we left the house. She drove me to school and as we got closer and closer to the school I became more and more nervous. We pulled up to the school and went inside. We went to the main office where they gave my mom my homeroom number and my teacher's name .My teacher's name was Ms. Satlaw and my homeroom was room 101. I kissed my mom goodbye and we parted ways. As I got to the end of the hall I felt me shedding a tear. I looked back to see if my mom was still there, and she was. Standing there waving with a great big Kool Aid smile. I turned the corner and went into the classroom where the teacher greeted me at the door. She had to ask me my name several times because she couldn’t really get it at first. But after she got it on the tenth try she introduce me to the class. Boy was I scared! Ask me why, I really don’t know? After introducing me to the class I took a seat next to the little boys and girls. Everyone started to stare, which made me nervous. As I got my notebook out, Ms. Satlaw made an announcement to the class. She told us that we will be having a field trip to the Franklin Institute on Thursday. And that the cost was twenty-five dollars. She gave everyone a note to give to their parents. I really wasn’t excited about the trip because I didn’t know what the Franklin Institute was. And I know on trips you are suppose to hang out with your friends, and well, I didn’t have any. See, just because it was my first day at school it wasn’t for them. They had already started. I believe it was going on the second marking period. For the rest of the day no one said anything to me. I just had teachers following me around to show me where everything was. I went home that night and gave my mom the note. She asked me if I like the school. I wanted to tell her no, but I put a fake smile on and told her I had a lot of new friends. I showed her the note and she said I could go, but unfortunately she or my dad couldn’t go with me because they had to go to work. So much for parents. It was Thursday morning..