I didn't always live in Pennsylvania. At the start of elementary school, I lived in Boston, Massachusetts. There, I had friends, family, and, most of all; I had fun.

Smith was my best friend there. We did everything together. With Smith, every day was a good day.

So when my parents told me we were moving to a new state, I was really sad. Pennsylvania was a whole new planet. Everything was new, and I couldn't even watch my favorite sports teams.

Bye

I was sad, but I was also angry. I hated my parents for moving me away from my life. I yelled at them every day for this.

Why!

The first day in PA, I screamed, "Why can't we just go back?"

"This is your new home now. Deal with it," said my parents.

I wanna go back!

No!

Being at home wasn't fun, and the new school was the same. Deibler. That was the name of the school. Back then, I hated this name.

 Deibler

I wasn't angry at school, but I was lonely, which was even worse. I was just the weird kid with the weird accent.

Did you see that cah?

Shut Up!

After the torture of school, I went home to yell at my parents and mope around the house. They wanted me to be happy, but I didn't care. They would ask me how my day was, but I would respond with the usual.

"I hate you, I hate Pennsylvania."

I don't

We love you

Things got worse during my first weeks in PA. Most of my class hated me, but Roman was by far my biggest enemy. We fought over everything - toys, space, and pencils.

Give me that!

 One time, we ran into each other at recess. This small thing led to a big fight. On the ground, I said, "Watch where you're going." I was about to blow.

Hey!

"What are you going to do, weirdo?" he said.

After this, I let all my anger out. I got up and jumped on him. 

Weirdo

We wrestled for a little bit until a recess lady broke us up. As we walked to the principal's office, I was scared but weirdly happy. Maybe this is my way back, I thought.

In the office, I sat there thinking about what I had done. "Maybe I should just enjoy this state. No, I can't be happy if I can't be in MA. You'll be able to go back; just keep trying.

I got this

 I had made up my mind. I would keep trying to go back to my home state. So when my parents told me I'd have to change, I kept the same attitude. The whole ride home, I got yelled at. 

Please

 "Sal, you know better than to do that... You have to get over this... We're not even mad, we're just disappointed... That was completely unacceptable."

Some of the words were big, and I barely knew them. But I knew what they were saying.

Sorry

You're better than this!

 I stayed strong and begged to go back to MA.

"We need to *sniff* go back, though. Everything was *sniiff* good in MA."

"Sal, you need to stop. We're not going back—end of discussion."

MA was great

No, we're staying.

 I didn't stop my actions. I acted out even more than before but didn't get into as many fights. My life kept getting worse in PA.

I wish I had friends

 My teacher even talked with my parents. "I'm concerned about your son," I remember hearing. "He's been getting into trouble and doesn't have many friends."

"We're aware," my mom said, "He hasn't been the same since we moved. Don't worry; we'll fix this in no time."

I didn't like the sound of that. This talk made me rethink my actions once again. "Should I change? Should I start enjoying this place now? No, I can still get my parents to go back."

I'm in trouble, but I still got this.