I love them, but I will never be the same.

I will always be broken. When I was fourteen years old, my parents gave me the opportunity to go to a private boarding school in England, where I was born. I have never really been a home person, at least not in America, and I was ecstatic and seized the opportunity.  I think high school is when you really find yourself and figure out the person you want to be, and during my time at Kings (my school in England) I made the best friends that I could ever imagine. Coming home for Christmas and summer holidays was always something I dreaded, not because I didn’t miss my family, because I did, but I felt lost when I came back. I didn’t have very many friends anymore, and the friends that I did have from middle school, of course, hated each other now. It just wasn’t home for me anymore.  I thrived in England, and because all of my family (besides my parents and two brothers) still live over there, I got much closer with them too. When I went back to California for summer after my Junior year, I wasn’t as sad as I usually was to leave all my friends, because my two best girl friends, and my boyfriend were coming out to stay with me at various points, which would keep me occupied. However, at the end of the summer, two weeks before I was meant to go back to England, and a week before my two brothers started school in California, my parents dropped the bomb. They told me that I wasn’t going to be returning to Kings, and I would be starting my senior year at the local high school. I was completely distraught, not getting to say goodbye to any of my friends, teachers, or my boyfriend (who I had been dating all four years I was there).  My parents said it was because they wanted me to have a better chance at getting into an American University, because it was a pretty complicated process from England. My senior year was a blur, and thankfully I am now at a great college where I am much happier.  I love my parents, but I will always suffer from the pressure that they put on me, which I could barely escape with an ocean between us.  Doing what makes them proud has never really made me happy, and I will always wish I was somewhere else.

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  • I like how you express yourself. Well done^^
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