LIVING IN SPAIN

When I came to Spain I was only ten years old, I was scared and happy at the same time as I didn’t want to got to a different school but I did want to move away. Me and my family rented a house in a village called Fuente de Piedra. We stayed there for about a year and then we moved in to our own house that my dad has just bought. I didn’t start school till about three months after we moved as my mum was worried about us.
It was hard for me and my brother trying to learn Spanish as it is a hard language, we got through it in the end, I missed my home in England a lot I just wanted to move back I felt safe there, I had my family, my old friends and I knew where everything was, it was my home since I was little.
The day I went to school I cried so much that my head hurt, the first day was very hard because I didn’t know how to speak Spanish, that day was the worst day of my life, I was stared at and pointed at I felt so alone until a girl came to me and we made friends, from there everything went well I had friends, I knew how to speak Spanish, I was so happy until one day six years later my mother and father told me that I had to leave again and we were moving to a different place about three hours away I hated them at that time, I didn’t want to move again because I had just started to call it home.
When we moved to Bodonal de la Sierra, I had to go through all of it again, I was new, I hated being new, I was pointed at, stared at, and this time I didn’t have my brother to be there for me, now after two years, i´m happier and I have got friends now.
My emotions have been like a fair ride all different and after a while they would change again.
I an now 17 and I love being here I wouldn’t go back to England now, I couldn’t move again, these past 7 years have been hard but there has always been something good that has come out of it like: I have learnt Spanish, I have lots of friends now and, im now studying to be able to work here in Spain and im hoping that I never have to leave.