Collective story n°2

There was a boy. His name was Kyle. He was living in NYC with his parents. One day, his parents called him and said "We have to leave this city because this is too big for us.". Then, they decided to move to Indıa. Kyle wasn't happy about it because he didn't know anything about India and he didn't want to leave his friends and school.

We went to France in an airplane before taking anothet for  to join India. We arrived in India ten days after our departure. My Mother said every times :"Maybe, this choice was not the right one : the travel is to long..."and my dad always responded :"Is too late to return in NYC ."

I was alone before.I missed my friends very much.I wanted go back to NYC.Then I started a new college.I had new friends.

Today I am 17 years old. I love my new life. India is more beautifull than NYC. I have a lots of new friends. My house is very big because my father has a new job and he wins more money. He is engineer and he love it.

I live in Jakarta a big city of India. I am a student of a famous college of India. But I miss my old friends.i