What a Journey

Esta es la historia de como llegue a estar en mi nuevo hogar. Lo escribí al comienzo del año escolar, alrededor de Septimbre 2008. Entonces para cuando lo lean, los meces no son ahora mismo.

When I came here people just asked me where was I from. I don’t think the majority of the people know why I am here. Don’t worry you will find out. Why? Well because I am going to tell you. I had come back from school on a Friday afternoon coming back from one of the best day I had ever had in school. I ran into my room to find my mom there. I could taste the sour news that I was about to hear. My mom told me very calmly she was getting a divorce from my dad. When I herd these words being spoken I was destroyed. I felt like an expensive vase on a high display being knocked down by a golf ball and crashing into a million pieces. Then emptiness overcame me and tears filled my eyes. After I calmed down my mom told me better new. She told me that because of this we were moving here to Cali, Colombia. That was about 1 year and 9 months ago. I was happy to hear this and extremely exited. I was going to start a new life with new people but at the same time I was going to leave everything I ever new.
A few days passed and summer was getting closer. My best friend did not know that I was moving or about the divorce so one day I got the courage to tell her. That was not a happy moment. What made it even wore was when I told her was when I was sopouse to come last year. The problem was we couldn’t just pack up and leave. I had to get accepted to a school, and we had to find a place to live. The process was long and hard and the fact that we had to leave out friends made it even harder.
The new school year came and I spent one more year in Santo Domingo. 6th grade was an UNFORGETABLE year. It went by rely fast, (strike one) I talked to more people than I had any other year, (strike two) When June came it was the fastest of all months (Strike three I’m out a there). When the last week of school came, devastation, my friends and me were sopose to be happy, cheerful and excited, we weren’t. We tried to have a good time but it was hard. On the last day everyone’s tears could have made a new lake and a big one, too. That day made me think how much I was going to be missed and how much I was going to miss them. After all that I am sitting here typing how I got here.