I moved to a different town with my mom about two years ago. I infact had an idea what I was doing here, thought it was very very useless and that at the first opportunity I got I'd hop on a bus back home, where I belong. I soon discovered it's not that simple.
When I came here, I had problems with the teachers, with the children and with my parents. I was living in the same house as my dad for the first time in my life. I hated him so, so much. He's the reason my mom came here in the first place and she (and he) was treating me like garbage. I thought it my dad's fault, which it was.
But in being here....I found something else. I picked up a book and started reading and write the . I picked up a pen and started writing
articles on essay writing service out of my own for the first time in my entire life because where I used to live, writing is for weird people and reading was for stupid people. I found what I want to do with my life.
Living here I learned things, began seeing things from a different perspective. I've learned to accept things and to be ope to change, but at the same time to stand by my choices. I found myself. I found out who I am- not a fancy snobby A-grade kid, not a silly girl with high ponies and not a helpless victim. I've found I'm a quiet person that can speak up for myself and listen, I'm a mature person for my age and I'm not what everyone wants me to be and I'm fine with that.
I found out I'm a writer.
