So in this chapter I'm mostly going to explain how I felt. The whole fifth grade I was in Motel 6, and to be honest it was just a really suckish part of my life. The hardest part about it all was food.
I know it's weird, but I actually gained weight when we were homeless. We lived out of suitcases, and as my clothes got tighter, I kept praying and praying that no one would notice. It was my second year living in this new town, and I'd grown pretty used to everyone and everything. My friends would always ask to come over, and I had to tell them that it wasn't a good day. Every. Single. Time.
All I did was eat. I tried losing the weight but I couldn't, I was so stressed all the time nothing helped. I went the rest of the year hoping that it would go away, somehow, someway. It was quite honestly the longest year of my life.

Let's stop for a second and appreciate someone. In fourth grade when I first started at the elementary school, I made a few new friends. One of them has still stuck with my whinny ass, and still has today- his name is Collin, and I want to thank him for sticking around. He's really been like a building block for me, and has really always been there when I have no one to turn to. Thanks Butters.

That's pretty much it for that. Fifth grade sucked ass, and so did being homeless. My parents had us go to Pennsylvania when summer started to stay with our cousins. We ended up there for a month, and we all just wanted to go home, an actual home. Little did we know what my parents were doing when we finally got to go back.