One thing you should know about me is that I am an overthinker, a big one, and everything worries me or frightens me. Even spiders. On a larger note, today will be my first day in a new school where I didn’t know a single person, friend, acquaintance. I had decided to wear a romper, it was the 5th outfit out of 10 I had analyzed. This is cute. I ate 3 of mom’s famous pancakes, grabbed my peach-colored backpack and lunchbox and headed downstairs. 7:30 A.M. My dad called my brother and I and we drove off. We arrived at the school with a sign that read: “Felix Festa Middle School” in big bright letters. My younger brother and I get dropped off at the entrance and give my dad a hug goodbye as he yells “have a good day I love you!” as we reluctantly open the front doors. Panic rushes through my veins. I don’t know if I should go up the stairs or down, left or right hallway. Don’t panic, you don’t want to make your brother more scared than he already is. I tell my brother we should go to the office to ask for help. And a brunette and tall woman brings my brother and I to separate buildings or “wings.” And for the first time, my brother and I aren’t close by anymore. No more surprise visits. “This is your classroom young lady” the woman says and I take a deep breath and enter. I see a room full of unfamiliar faces, eyes on me like they had been freshly glued. I looked around at their style: crop tops, jean skirts, Jordans. Nothing like the striped romper I was wearing. None of these people look anything like me.To my left there was a group of girls whispering and laughing and making jokes, looking my way. These must be the popular kids. Trembling, I sit in the only empty seat. I look over at the girls again. What if they are making fun of me? Do they not like my outfit? Does my hair look weird?. My thoughts are interrupted by the girl next to me who says “Hey you’re new right?” as she takes a look at my schedule and says “Hey we have classes together, I can show you around.” Surprised, I replied “Sure. And I introduced myself.” And suddenly my first day at a new school didn’t feel so bad anymore.
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