Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

Today my family and I are moving to a new town and i’m not excited at all.The reason i’m not excited is because i’m not going to have any friends there and i’m going to be the outcast because it's in the middle of the school year.Then it was my last day at my school and i’m sad.I walked the halls remembering the good times I had with my friends.I was walking out of the school with my head down and left.
The next day we packed up all of our stuff and headed to our new home.It was a long drive because my brat of a brother kept annoying me and my little sister kept on crying ,I was going insane and almost started to scream.We finally got to the new houses and I loved it.I forgot what this place was called so I asked my mom and she

said ,”Honey we are in North Carolina and where we live is very historical,” then I said ,”Wow we are living in a historical place and it has the perfect weather,” my mom then started to laugh because I was in such of a daze I couldn’t notice anything.We then started unpacking our stuff into the beautiful house.A little bit later ,when we were almost done with house , my mom started to tell us about how at first this town was nothing and no one even thought to move here until they made a University , but when they made it people were filling it fast so the Board of trustees decided to extend the land and call it Chapel hill.After the story we then all became exhausted and we decided to lay down.Because of this day I remember not to be so sad all the time and I also learned about the history here to.