The beginning

A brief summary.
I was born in a cool capital city! It is full of amazing beaches, beautiful people and everything you could imagine, but when I was 3, we moved to a inner city that were hot as hell. I grew up there until my family realize that we were losing time there, so we moved back to my hometown. And that's when the things started to fall apart.
Alright, this may seem like a sad story, but it's more to an encouragement story! For you all! 
So, we started living in a house that were my grandfather's house. It is near to the beach, in a high-class neighborhood and I started to go to a college next to my house. Everything seemed cool except for me! I was the tipical shy boy that have no friends and that new start freaked me out! As soon as the elementary school started, I felt that some shits were about to happen.