Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday, September 16 8:22 AM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You felt extremely nervous as you walked through the halls of your new school. You were already a few weeks into your senior year of high school. During this time, everyone already knows each other, so you felt severely out of place. You were unsure if you were going to be able to make friends.
Despite being relatively popular at your old school, you had a tendency to feel lonely. Many people knew who you were and you had a good amount of friends. However, you felt like you couldn't consider any of them your real friends.
You only ever felt truly cared for when you were around your mother or sister, but with your mother gone, you felt like your entire world was falling apart. You began feeling sad after thinking about your mother.
You shook your head to snap you out of your trance, now was not the time to be moping. You reached into the back pocket of your jeans and grabbed a piece of paper.
It had your schedule along with your locker number. No one really cares about using their locker, but you still thought it'd be good to go take a look.
You walked up a large staircase to the second floor. You slowly made your way down the large hallway, the voices of hundreds of students echoed through the walls. After pushing through a large crowd, you made it to where your locker was.
