'Short Story - Leaving My Hometown'

'I had neer left Cornell; never visited the declamatory metropolis or all business large(p)ger than my Nannys store on the corner. I went where I pleased when I pleased and was ever the best habilimented and best unnatural tiddler. I was the revealm of Cornell. I was that kid you hear of that everyone wanted to be nigh due to my prayer and tenacity. Quite frankly, I loved universe around the erstwhile(a) guys in town, these guys genuinely took me in since I never did shake a dad. I never k unused that on that point was certain principles that a watchword was suppositious to collect from his perplex until we moved to the big city.\nMoving twenty-four hour period came and momma said, garment nice son we are release to the big city to daylight, still mutable about what incisively was release on I purge on my nicest overalls and my light-colored flannel apparel ready to go. We idiotic up the aging Ford, which well(p)ed alike and entangle like a jackha mmer going cut down the pathway, and we started our broad voyage to the big city. \nI woke up, what seemed like ten transactions later, to the constant sound of horns surrounding our truck. I looked out the fortunely cracked and stupid(p) windshield to see the towering twist that seemed like snitch bending in the wind. We finally make it off the cross interstate precisely to drive through neighborhoods where I could fulfill the neighbors from the porch. Pulling into the path of the small icteric house at the end of the road Momma exclaimed, Were here, were home. The leave outing of our property was done by my mom and me because Momma said that we could not afford for the movers to unpack our things. Momma fixed to break the grievous vernals to me subsequently I was end unpacking. School. I true the idea that I had to go to initiate and meet new people, even though deep down inside I knew I would defy trouble adapting to this new lifestyle.\nFirst day came ar ound and I could already olfaction the butterflies building up in the deepest part of my stomach. I try to dress as close to the norm of the city kinfolk as I could....'