Alone

One

They always said it was easy. That starting all over again somewhere new was simple, enjoyable even. They were wrong. I first found out that I would be starting here about a month before school started, and yet nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
When I was younger, I always dreamed of being in the popular crowd in high school. I would know all my friends by name and date the captain of the football team. Oh, how I dreamt so wistfully.
Once reality kicked in, I realized that everything I once thought about high school was probably untrue. Everything, that is, except for the cruelty of it all.
I had exactly two minutes before the bell rang and the first day of high school began, and instead of going off and listening to my friends babble about their summer, I was sitting in my mothers car. The sun was out and the parking lot was packed with cars that were shiny, too shiny.
I did not know what to expect when I got out of the car and walked into my first class, and honestly I could not get myself to calm down. I knew where my classes were by heart, I took the school map and plastered it on my wall at home. I would stay focused for hours at a time memorizing my schedule and class locations.
The bell rang too soon, and I got out of the car, waved goodbye to my mother, and walked in the large doors of the building that I never thought would become my high school.
After surviving what felt like an eternity of classes, I was finally free.
I hadn't said a word all day, and my legs were shaky like jello.
"So how was it?" My mother asked as soon as I stepped into the car.
"It was fine," I said. I went to add more details but I could not find anything to add. The whole day was a blur.
My first two weeks of high school were all the same monotonous rotation. Get up, go to school, eat lunch by a group of sophomores who all sat around and passed around the guitar(which was quite peaceful, except for the fact that I was completely ignored) go back to classes, come home, shower and go to bed.
Then he happened.