New Kid Narrative

Looking back on it, I can still remember all the emotions I felt as an eighth grader. Especially standing by friends at the eighth grade moving on ceremony, knowing that it would be the last time I saw them. It was a strange feeling. My peers buzzed with excitement about the possibilities of high school the coming year. I, on the other hand, was more focused on the fact that I was moving to Kansas, the middle of nowhere.
I knew I would have to make new friends, and I had no idea what my new environment would be like. To say the least, I was anxious about my first day at Blue Valley High School. This isn’t the first time I’ve moved, but everyone knows it’s still awkward being the “new kid”. People have always stressed the jump between middle

I was just doing my best to not be noticed. As the new kid, I didn't want to draw anymore attention to myself than I normally would. It was freshman first day; I remember trying to stay in the back of the school tour group, forcing myself to remain quiet as my classmates pestered the tiger mentors with a multitude of questions. As we walked into the auditorium and took our seats, doubt filled my mind. I was unsure of how I would find my identity and place among all these other people who surrounded me. Even with all this doubt, I had an epiphany: these were the people I would be spending the next four years of my life with. These people would become some of my best friends and my greatest rivals. The maze-like hallways that I walked through that day would soon become more known to me than the veins on the back of my hand. Little did I know, the extent of all the amazing people I would meet in my time here, and all the fond memories I would be able to carry with me for the rest of my

I soon discovered the character and individual personality of a lot of my classmates. Although, some I got to know more than others and in due time these people would become some of the most influential people in my life. These friends would eventually be the people that would push me to try new things and help me become the person I am today. I will forever be thankful to those who supported me in my freshman year.
As time progressed, like it usually does without a regard to the effect it is having on an individual person’s life, I soon become more comfortable with the environment I was in. I started to notice the finer aspects of people’s personalities. I was able to figure out where I fit in best and who understood me. High school is a microcosm of society where everyone is just trying to find their niche that they fit into. This move may have seemed like a hard task at the moment, but reminiscing upon it now, I know that it bettered me because it helped me understand the intricate workings of society and how I fit into