When I first started high school, I truly thought that it would be a fresh start. My previous life in school surely wasn’t the easiest thing in the entire world. Junior High had just been one level of Hell after another. The people I was surrounded by weren’t the nicest. I quickly learned that they would take the side of whoever was stronger, so not me. This created many problems in my life, but the biggest one was named Ashley.
Anyways, back to my freshman year of high school. I walk in the building, my nice jeans and loose t-shirt creating an attitude of “oh I don’t need to look nice, tsk, it’s the first day of school, I don’t care.” Of course for the previous three days I had been completely and utterly consumed with what I was going to wear, not that I would ever tell anyone that. Even with my new outfit and my over-thinking of the next year, something I hadn’t chose to acknowledge was the fact that the same people were going to be there. There were going to be some students gone, moved off to grander places, and some kids new and fresh and ready to make friends. All in all though, the same rude, pretentious, loud, bullies were still going to be right there in my class, new and improved with insecurities in the form of voice cracks. And when I started down the halls of Sheridan High School, I quickly realized that everything I was …show more content…
I squared my shoulders and walked into my first period classroom. I stacked my books on my desk, in the same formation as I had every day before Ashley knocked them off my desk. And now, I wait. A tense minute passed, and I nervously tapped my pencil against the table. My eyes were locked on the door and I didn’t miss Ashley walking in. Her walk was full of swagger, and she smiled sugary sweet at me. Her hand reached out to hit my books, and for the first time, my hand shot out to meet hers. Her head cocked to the side, and I met her eyes with a sudden
Anyways, back to my freshman year of high school. I walk in the building, my nice jeans and loose t-shirt creating an attitude of “oh I don’t need to look nice, tsk, it’s the first day of school, I don’t care.” Of course for the previous three days I had been completely and utterly consumed with what I was going to wear, not that I would ever tell anyone that. Even with my new outfit and my over-thinking of the next year, something I hadn’t chose to acknowledge was the fact that the same people were going to be there. There were going to be some students gone, moved off to grander places, and some kids new and fresh and ready to make friends. All in all though, the same rude, pretentious, loud, bullies were still going to be right there in my class, new and improved with insecurities in the form of voice cracks. And when I started down the halls of Sheridan High School, I quickly realized that everything I was …show more content…
I squared my shoulders and walked into my first period classroom. I stacked my books on my desk, in the same formation as I had every day before Ashley knocked them off my desk. And now, I wait. A tense minute passed, and I nervously tapped my pencil against the table. My eyes were locked on the door and I didn’t miss Ashley walking in. Her walk was full of swagger, and she smiled sugary sweet at me. Her hand reached out to hit my books, and for the first time, my hand shot out to meet hers. Her head cocked to the side, and I met her eyes with a sudden