I believe that changing is hard no matter how small it is. When I cycled home from school on that Tuesday afternoon. Something has changed, I can feel it in the air. I parked my bike at the bottom of the hill and started to walk up the hill to our house. School has just started and the sun is shining on my back but I'm feeling cold. As I opened the door to my house it was dark inside, I heard noises from up stairs. I have felt this atmosphere before, it was when I was nine my grandfather died and the whole house felt wrong. This is the same feeling, the feeling that something has changed. I ran up stairs and shouted, "who died?" My parents looked at me like I was mad. It turns out that no one had died but my soul did a little, when I learned that we were moving. Moving to Malaysia. Moving away from home.
I went up stairs to my room to cry. I knew this was coming, we talked about it a few months ago. My parents must have heard me. The walls were so thin in this house, in my home. My dad came up to my room and gave me a hug, when he figured out that it wasn't working he took me to the local gas station for a muffin.
"It's not fair," I said to my father, "we just moved here a year ago and we moved houses again a few months ago, and now we're moving to Malaysia!"
I was right. I knew I was. The next day I told all my friends at school. They were almost as surprised as I was, you see I was suppose to stay here for 3 years not 1. A few weeks later we started packing. The days were going by so fast and time is running out. My friends came round every now and then to help, my best friend did this the most, she lived up the road from me and before I go home I usually go to her house for an hour or two and then go home but now it was the other way around.
The days were going by quickly, too quickly. Soon it was the last week in Norway. I was moving on the Saturday. My friends and I spent as much time together as we possibly could. But time was still going too quickly and soon it was my last Friday at school. I remember saying goodbye to my friends but I wasn't crying like I thought I would, I was stronger than I thought. My best friend and I cycled to my house for the last time. We hugged each other for the last time as I went up to my house.
When I arrived in Malaysia it was hot and sticky but it was also exciting to go and explore the new cultures and make new friends. Now I have adjusted well to the school and fit in well with the crowd. I still talk to my old friends but I also have new friends to talk to.
Moving to Malaysia was different to what I thought it would be, but it was still hard to let go of my friends. People go through many challenges in their lives and it changes the person for better or for worse. I hope my story has shown that even though your life may be changing, it will be okay and you will pull through it.
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