It all began when I was in eighth grade. I was fourteen and ready to begin high school. I lived to hang out with my friends, go to parties, and go to the movies. I loved everything about my life and where I lived. I loved my friends, my school, and my neighborhood. Then the unthinkable happened. My mom had fallen in love with a man in Florida. She had decided that she would move down to Florida to be with him. I felt as if my life was being pulled out from under me, and it was. As much as I begged and pleaded, she didn't budge. She had her mind set on moving and that was what she was going to do. She didn't understand how hard it would be for me to adjust to the new life in Floria. Just thinking about it made me ill to my stomach. This meant I would have to make new friends, go to a new school, and adjust to a new neighborhood.
             When we moved to Florida, my neighborhood mainly consisted of elderly people and there were not may kids to get to know. The first thing I had to get used to was the new friends, or the lack there of. I was in the "popular" crowd that most people desired to be in. I loved being part of the popular crowd. I had been so used to being part of the "popular" crowd, I had expected to instantly be liked in Florida. But it was quite the contrary. When school started I was extremely lost. I didn't have my usual frriends by my side, and it was extremely weird.
             My new friends in Florida ended up being quite like my friends from the "popular" crowd in Missouri. They too lived to hang out with friends, go to parties, go to the movies, and other things I enjoyed. It was a dream come true. I had finally found the friends I had longed to be with all summer. It was like my friends from Missouri were right there, but then again, I knew it wasn't them. I knew that I would not see my friends from Missouri for a very long time.
             The next thing I had to adjust to was attending a new sch...