The next few weeks were full of sadness having to say goodbye to all my friends and some of my family. SincAfter thenat, I would get mad every day because my life was not perfect. She’ woulld just say I was little and didn’t understand. But it’s true, because I never thought about how my parents were feeling. Two weeks later, it was moving day. My parents told me that my first day of school was in 3three weeks time. Obviously, it would be tough going to a different school., Bbut I had no other choice, otheran thano learning eEnglish as fast as possible.
As I imagined, school was horrible. The moment I walked into my first class, the teacher didn’t tspealk sSpanish. I stared back without being able to understand, and everyone laughed at me. Honestly. Until then, I’d never had a hard time making friends, buntil now no-one wanted to talk to the new Mexican girl. I got bullied a lot. I kept thinking it would get better with time, but it didn’t. I needed to change my life, so, at that moment, I realized that no -one would help me. I was by myself.