Middle school. A time for awkward conversation and the need to feel accepted. I moved to Vegas when I was in the middle of 6th grade. I had to leave all my friends behind and basically start over. I didn't mind at first. I thought 'wow I can't wait to meet new people. I was happy but sad about leaving. But when I got to the new house I was happy. It was a big house. At the time it was just me and my mother. My dad lived in an apartment complex near me. It seemed like things were gonna go great. Then I went to school. Escobedo. Home of the Bull Dogs... and home to the people who ruined me.
