It was a cold day in New York and I just got off the plane with my little brother and my parents. I was looking at the scenery while I was in the car on the way to my uncle's house; we were looking for a house to move into. It was the very first time I have ever moved and also been out of my home state Florida. I was very curious and I was also very afraid what we will do now.
             When we got to my uncle's house, we were treated like royalty. It was great seeing my uncle and my aunt. I met my cousin for the first time. He was the same age as me, so that was a relief. His name was Vinny; he had black hair, and had always worn a leather jacket. I also found out that he would be going to the same school and in the same grade, which was great because I didn't know anybody at the time. He gave me advice about people in New York and he told me there were a lot of crazy people that you don't want to mess with. He wasn't trying to jolt me. I understood he was just trying to help me.
             The first day of school in New York was quite a culture shock. The school was huge and the classrooms were filled with old desks with gum under them. When the first period bell rang I walked into the classroom late because I had a hard time finding the class on my schedule. I tried sitting next to a boy and he said the desk was saved for someone else. I knew no one else was going to sit there because it was 5 minutes after the bell rung, so I just sat in the back of the corner alone, with no one to talk to. I had no one to talk to and I felt really lonely.
             As the day continued, the students already gave me a nickname. They called me "The New Kid". It didn't bother me at first, but when they started making fun of my clothes and saying that I wasn't cool enough for them, at that point, I was feeling like an outcast and that no one had even tried to appease me. It was very hard for me not to cry. I just got up and...