I walked into the familiar main entrance of the school, crossing my arms and setting my face into what I thought was an intimidating glare. Although I looked like an angry toddler, with my round face and childish glower, my attitude came across very clearly: I was not happy at all to be back at school. After getting into a huge fight with my friend group earlier that year, I was starting high school essentially friendless.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t have another group of people to fall back onto. The problem came from being completely different from them. They were nice and all, but my personality and interests completely clashed with theirs. I was desperate to find a new friend group, because there was no way I could survive the whole school
It wasn’t as if I didn’t have another group of people to fall back onto. The problem came from being completely different from them. They were nice and all, but my personality and interests completely clashed with theirs. I was desperate to find a new friend group, because there was no way I could survive the whole school