Everett was very different from every other place I had lived in my life. My mom didn’t lock the doors, there were no bars on the windows, the only helicopters I seen were from the police now I was seeing personal ones. I had meet this girl she was the first kind person I had meet and through her I began to meet more friends of similar nature. I failed all of my classes the first year of middle school, I was in detention nearly every day. My father was still in jail. Looking back I felt like I was waiting for everything to go back to normal so I had no enthusiasm about being a scholar. When I figured out that I would probably never come back to California I tried to fix my mind around this and adapt to my situation. One day I was walking home from school and I meet Alex Tiff he lived around the corner from me and what connected us at first was the type of music we listen to. I was very happy to meet him and share as many interest as we did. Plus outside of Julia I didn’t have many other friends. I didn’t have a cell phone like many of the other kids so I wasn’t as connected in the loop but the moments I shared with people I had meet were genuine and innocent. Seventh grade brought lots of change sports were now an option my dad was up for parole things were again changing.