Being the new kid is probably the most awkward thing ever. Going to a new school with new people that you've never met before. The struggle of finding new friends and keeping up with the old ones. Trust me, changing schools sucks. But, it does get so much better.

I had never experienced what it was like to be the new kid (except in kindergarten). I had seen my classmates come and go, moving to other places in the state and out. Some came back, but most stayed.

I went through elementary in what seemed like a week. Then came middle school. I was tossed into a new building with mostly new kids. I made new friends and stayed in touch with old ones. Life was good. I had the best teachers and fun classes. I lovedschool. Then came high school. I knew I was going to hate it from the get-go.

I didn't have any friends in my classes, and the school was so big that I barely got to see them outside of class. I would go home after school and cry almost every night. I dreaded getting up each morning because I knew I had to go. I would pretend to be sick so that I could stay home from school.

Sophomore year, I hated it even more. Everyone said it would get better the older I got, and I believed them for a while. The further into the year I got, the worse I felt. One day, towards the middle of the year, my mom suggested that I consider switching schools. She had seen my love of school come and go. She started taking me to see a counselor out of town every week. For a while, it was getting better, but then I dipped.

Once again, I would come home from school and cry. My parents set up a day for my little brother and me to visit another school in town. It was our rival school, and I wasn't looking forward to going.

When we got to the school, we went to the counselor's office and she called two students in. A girl in the same grade as me, and a boy the grade above my little brother. I went with the girl and she introduced herself and took me with her to see her friends. I went to all of her classes with her and met her teachers. Let me just say that that was the most fun I have ever had in High School. I smiled that day more than I had smiled in a week.

As soon as I got home, I told my parents that I had to go to school there. They sent in our transfer forms and we waited and waited to hear if they had been accepted. One blistering hot summer day, my mom called us into the kitchen and told us to sit down at the table. She opened an Eileen's box and in it were 5 cookies that said, "You guys got in!" My jaw dropped and I stared at her in amazement. That was the third best day of my life.

We started school in August, and I didn't know anyone. I sat alone at lunch and didn't talk to anyone but my brother. It was pretty rough. A few weeks into the new school year, I got a friend request on Facebook from one of the friends of the girl I had followed around months before. I accepted it and I got a message.

She was asking me if she could have my phone number so that she could invite me to hang out with them. I was invited to go to a movie with them that weekend. That was the second best day of my life.

I went only expecting to be out for two to three hours. I left at 5:15 and didn't arrive home until almost midnight. I got home and found my mom asleep in my bed, waiting for me to get home. That night was the best of my life.

I had finally found my friends. This feeling was so new to me since I didn't have any real friends at my old school. Now every day I dread waking up, but only because it's too early. I love school, and I am so happy I decided to change schools.