My name is Natalie. I just moved to a new town, with a new school, and I'll be a new kid and all of that fun stuff, and I am terrified. I have never been a new kid, because I've never moved before and I've always been in my happy little world with all of my people I know in their own little places never changing. I mean yeah people have moved before but I've always had people that I know. I've never been alone. I'm too shy to be alone I don't have my friends to hide behind when they introduce me to people. I'll never be able to survive in this new school.

"Nat we're here" said my dad as he pulled into the driveway of our new house.

"Tell me again why we had to move?" I groaned.

"Because, I got a new job in a new town and I know you don't want to be here" he says and I give him the saddest look I can "Honey, we'll be better off here" I tear my eyes away from his to glare at the new 'house'. I hate it. I miss my friends. I open the car door.

We spend the rest of the afternoon unpacking the moving truck and moving into our new house. I walk into my room. The floor is littered with boxes filled with my life. I pull out my cork board and hang it up.

I next pick up my box of pictures and sit down. I look through all the pictures of me and my friends. The first picture is of time I went to the amusement park with Lilly and Mark, and we rode the one roller coaster that made Mark throw up. I also admire the picture of when Ali and Sam went on their first date and she asked me to stalk their date. I took pictures to memorialize my darling little girl grow up. I hope she never finds out about the pictures she'd probably make me burn them. I wonder how they're doing. The next picture I pick up is of Mark, Ali, and me in a photo booth making silly faces. The next is, just of me and Mark in the photo booth. I remember this photo well. It's a picture of us kissing, when we dated for like a month. We decided that we'd be better off not being together. That was a fun time but it was true. I smile. The next picture I pick up makes me laugh. It's of Ali and Me sitting on top of Mark after he said he was going to go play football, and we instantly beat him up. The resident year book club leader, Ollie, took the picture and I made him give us all a copy. Mark still joined the football team and we realized that both sports were in different seasons and he could do both.

I pin each of my pictures to my cork board and make my bed. I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I look at my long wavy dirty blond hair, and my green-hazel eyes. I like this mirror. It's nice. I still like my floor mirror better. I go back to my room and change into my PJ's, which are basically flannels and an old swim t-shirt I got from a meet, and I go to bed.