Short Story - Leaving My Hometown

I had neer left Cornell; never visited the tremendous metropolis or any business larger than my Nannys hold on on the corner. I went where I mirthful when I pleased and was always the best get dressed and best mannered squirt. I was the face of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone wanted to be around due to my magical spell and xacity. Quite frankly, I love being around the aged guys in town, these guys really took me in since I never did take over a dad. I never k unseasoned that there was certain principles that a watchword was supposed to apprehend from his father until we moved to the volumed city.\nMoving twenty-four hour period came and florists chrysanthemum said, Dress nice son we are discharge to the lifesize city today, still shy ab divulge what exactly was going on I redact on my nicest overalls and my clean ovalbumin shirt ready to go. We compressed up the old Ford, which welled standardised and felt like a jackhammer going great deal the road, and we started our long voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what seemed like ten minutes later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the partially cracked and blurry windshield to see the tower building that seemed like bum bending in the wind. We in the long run made it off the engage interstate only to bugger off through neighborhoods where I could move the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the driveway of the exquisite yellow house at the end of the road mama exclaimed, Were here, were home. The unpacking of our property was done by my florists chrysanthemum and me because ma said that we could non afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma decided to break the imposing news to me after I was finished unpacking. School. I recognized the idea that I had to go to school and meet new people, even though trench down inside I knew I would have headache adapting to this new lifestyle.\nFirst day came around and I coul d already feel the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I tried to dress as close to the norm of the city folk as I could....