The rumbling of the engine that left constant ringing in my ears brought tears to my eyes. The butterflies in my stomach from the rise in altitude was a slap in the face. Reality became clear and soon we were gliding on a very long trip headed towards mystery. Second grade is when it was; my worst fear of leaving everything I loved had come true. I had finally built myself in Arizona, and now all of the sudden, we were moving to Germany. Arizona was my home. My teachers at Kachina Elementary School were so nice and supportive, I had a very best friend, and loved the warm and hot weather because I could go swimming almost every day. I had no part in the choice to leave and felt completely powerless about the situation, so I grew very frustrated with my parents. For about 2 days, I wouldn't even talk to them because they were the ones who ruined my life. I even had my best friend intercede on the matter, to plead for me to stay there. Finally I realized it was useless to expostulate with my stubborn parents.
             I left my old school and old friends and came into to an absolutely unfamiliar environment. Not knowing the language made me feel very excluded, and it was harder for me to find friends. Tension began to build up between my family and me. "I wish I were home, I wish I were home," I whispered to myself each night in bed. I wanted my old life back. Each day at school I felt so out of place. I would get up in the mornings right before I had to leave school, my eyes all puffy from crying the night before, and walk to school all alone with my head hanging down the entire way. I wasn't myself anymore-I had crawled in to the shell of denial. When I would get to school I would go straight to my seat. The girl next to me made fun of me and I felt like the dirt on the bottom of a shoe because everyone was stepping on me carelessly. Making an effort to meet people, not that I trie
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