I pull open the gray, heavy door to the entrance of a foreign place: high school. I quickly run my hand across the side of my black dress trying to remove the sweat building up on my palms.
My heart pounds as a slowly walk into the main center of the school watching other students run up to each other with open arms. I feel so quiet and alone. High school is a time for fresh starts and coming to know who you are and what direction you want to love your life. Except I have no idea what way I'm supposed to go or if I even have one.
Will I ever be able to have friends like that?
I wander down the halls trying to recall what my locker number is that I had previously visited during orientation. I frantically fiddle through my backpack trying to remember what binders I need for today's classes.
Everyone is for sure going to know I'm a freshman.
My mind goes blank and quickly glance down at the lock screen on my phone which now displays my schedule. I finish gathering all my materials for the day just as the bell to go to first hour rings.
Trying to get to class is one of the hardest things I've had to do, weaving my way in and out of big señor guys, and trying to avoid getting smashed between two people.
But finally, I make it to the calm and safety of the classroom. I glance at the front board, search for my name on one of the squares displayed on the paper, walk over to my assigned seat, and wait for the say that is about to be set forth before me.