Thats where i belong...so take me

A dark and a gloomy day the last day of fifth grade and i was caring like i never had before sitting on my bus with my warm tears streaming down my face thinking when i get home it was the one thing that could comfrate me well..thats what i thought until the bus tuned the sharp corner i see.. a moving van the tears are soon more then falling now there is a puddle beneath my feet i think Wrong house right until i see my dad pulling my furniture out of my bright green door like i thought it could get worse way worse i soon go to my house sure it was bigger but the size didn't matter not at all it was like a cage the neighborhood was So strange it wasn't comfortable it was horable i i hated it my old neighborhood it wasn't pretty but it was where i belonged i can't stand being away from it the person that i loved was there and soon after i moved i found out he loved me too it was the worst feeling it hurts to know that thats not what i can call my home i knew we were Guna move i never thought it would happen then the day i moved i didn't think it would be SO horrible but that was before i had to cry my self to sleep every night now I'm here wondering why did this happen to me? why couldn't i stay there thats where i belong please i just want to go home! i m here looking at the people in this neighborhood its nuthin like back home here they are rude! and i hate it i really do.. now i even wake up with tears in my eyes i dont think i can live like this any more my best friends lived there i had the best personalitee. I hvae changed i know i did and i want to go back to the way i used to be.