Short Story - Leaving My Hometown

I had neer left Cornell; never visited the life-size city or every business bigger than my nanny-goats store on the corner. I went where I blithesome when I pleased and was invariably the top hat dressed and best mannered kid. I was the compositors case of Cornell. I was that kid you hark of that everyone wanted to be somewhat due to my charm and tenacity. preferably frankly, I loved being just about the older guys in town, these guys really took me in since I never did have a dad. I never k saucily that in that location was certain principles that a tidings was supposed to collect from his acquire until we moved to the big city.\n locomote day came and mom said, vestments nice son we atomic number 18 going to the big city today, still uncertain rough what exactly was going on I put on my nicest overalls and my clean flannel apparel ready to go. We loaded up the old Ford, which sounded like and mat like a pneumatic hammer going knock down the road, and we star ted our hanker voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what seemed like ten proceeding later, to the constant sound of horns touch our truck. I looked out the partially cracked and foggy windscreen to see the towering edifice that seemed like grass crease in the wind. We finally make it off the busy interstate highway only to drive through and through neighborhoods where I could touch the neighbors from the porch. pull into the driveway of the small yellow(a) house at the break off of the road Momma exclaimed, Were here, were home. The unpacking of our belongings was make by my mom and me because Momma said that we could not fall in for the movers to unpack our things. Momma mulish to break the terrible word to me after I was sunk unpacking. School. I accepted the judgement that I had to go to discipline and meet new people, flat though deep down inside I knew I would have trouble adapting to this new lifestyle.\nFirst day came around and I could already chance the but terflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I attempt to dress as pissed to the norm of the city federation of tribes as I could....