Moving back into town aint easy. Thats what ive always said. Let's just put it this way: Ive been moving since i was born. And now im moving back to my hometown: Miami.

I loved the 7 years in Colombia, the 5 in Miami, the 2 in Mexico...and once more : Miami.

"Well, here we go again. Packing up memories...leaving behind people. Hoping for the best." I sighed.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you know your sister needs us, the baby is due soon and im not leaving her alone."

I rolled my eyes. She was just fine on her own with her boyfriend.

I stood up and walked slowly over to my old room. I sighed and breathed in one final breath of Mexico...good.

I laughed, cried, loved and mostly had fun. This was another home...a true home where i could be myself...well not alot.

New faces met...are now old friends left behind, new language is now another one for me, new dishes....ones i can make.

"Allright, we're done. You ready?" My mom asked as she rolled her bag towards the door.

"Do I have a choice?"

Miami, Florida. Sunny beaches, lots of tourists, my hispanics...cant forget them. I was born here, my roots are floridian...is that a word?

"Mom!" my sister screamed as she wobbled down the hallway...8 months can sure get you big.

"Ah my goodness you're huge!" She ran towards her and embraced her.

"My nephew sure got you growing outwards huh?" I said as i gave her a hug.

We got our belongings and trudged towards the outside. Sticky and humid air hit my face...and frizzed my hair. Yup this is miami.

The drive home, well my sisters house, was fun. Chatting and taking in old things.

We arrived and settled into the garage/new family room. Our home for the next 2 months...i started school in a month.

Shit i was nervous, who am i gonna meet? Who will i remember...will they remember me?

Well...I know I remember her...and i remember her well.

"Welcome back to Palmetto Senior High. Home of the panthers!"

Ugh, principals are annoying . I entered 9th grade, unsure of what was ahead of me.

1st period-science

2nd-english

3rd-P.E (hate it!)

4th-chorus

5th-history

6th-algebra.

Doesnt look bad to me.

The day progresses, some people i remember others i make new friends. But fourth period is when my life took a turn, to view new things...and feel emotions that still tug my heart.

"Allright, who is an alto...soprano and base?" My teacher Mrs. Gehret asked as she settled us into our seats.

"I'm an alto." I said as i took my seat next to my friend Isabelle. (Known her for 8 years)

"Excuse me...but is this seat taken?"

I looked up to see the voice that came from in front of me.

There she was, the first time i saw her.

"No..."

"Thanks."

I turn to talk to isabelle, but this girl kept looking at me.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Holly...yours?"

"Ava. I like your purse."

I smile, who wouldnt love a christian dior bag?

"Thanks."

"Well, maybe i can borrow it someday..."

"What do you mean?"

She laughed.

"I have a feeling you and I are gonna be close...really close."