The Beginning of the End

If you really want to know, it was the summer of 2005 and I was in seventh grade. I was getting good grades, I had good friends and I loved going to school. Everything was perfect, but that was soon to change. My parents had other plans for me and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in an open room with ten other students, taking the secondary school admissions test. Before I knew it, I was waking up at 5 o'clock in the morning getting ready for my first day of school. It was too early and as my father dragged me out of bed, I walked groggily to get ready. It was the first time I had been up so early to go to school. I didn't see the point either; I wasn't excited about this at all. It was my first time sitting through hours of morning traffic, waiting to arrive to school. My nerves got the best of me, and I had nothing to say to my mom. I generally got along with my parents but my angst for them began to grow. Why would they make me go to a new school? I was having fun with my friends; I was doing well in school. Why would I want things to change? As I saw it, my parents were punishing me. We pulled in through the drive way and my mom assured me that things would be fine. I was going to make new friends and this change would help me in the long run. I was positive that nothing good would come from this and this was going to be the worst day ever.