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Ally, Age 12, Purcellville, VA

Where do I go? Who do I sit with? What are they going to be like? Are they going to think that I’m just some weird pastor’s kid? Will there be anyone my age here? These thoughts entered my head as we pulled in the parking lot of the church building. I didn’t even want to be here. This looked nothing like my old church with my old friends.

As I walked through the doors the eyes of every person was stuck on me like glue stuck on paper. I saw the love and care that was in their eyes. As more and more people kept greeting us, I was having better thoughts about church, and about moving.

“Come on, Ally,” my dad called as I followed him downstairs to the fellowship hall where people were still greeting us, and having refreshments. Some of the girls that I had met upstairs came down and spotted me.

“Hey, do you want to go on a tour?” asked one of them.

“Sure,” I said as I followed them upstairs. The tour began and seemed to never stop. When we finally completed the tour, we went back down into the fellowship hall where I met up with my family.

“Ally, are you ready to go?” my mom asked me.

“Yeah, Mom,” I said, grabbing my things.

In the car my dad asked me, “So, what did you think?”

“I actually liked it. I didn’t think I would, but I did,” I said.

The rest of the way home I was lost in thoughts about how hard it was to pack everything away, and then to see my old house completely empty. My thoughts went to how it was hard to leave my friends, and how I didn’t think that I would like Hamilton or that the people would like me, but now that I was here it had turned out that everybody was nice, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.

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