Since i had moved so much you could tell that i would have to move schools a lot. Even when i was very young,even first grade level,I was a good little student. Every time I would move I would do my work,be nice,and do as the teacher said,a goody-two-shoed.
When we had moved to San Antonio it was no different,I was still a good kid at school.When I was going to my new school,I was going to third grade and we were living in a hotel.The name of the hotel was "Nights Inn" and it was a pretty decent sized hotel. The school was pretty....good as well,It wasn't bad,but it wasn't exactly "top notch".
The school,which I will with hold the name of,was different from the others I had went to. Of course all the schools I had went to were not at all completely white,but at this school there were hardly any white people other then me. I didn't care about that though and was just more worried about how long i'd stay there,seeing that I've been pretty used to moving by then.
Even though I didn't have any friends I had liked the school and especially my teacher Ms.Bedford and i really didn't want to move. Little did I know that my wish would come true.
