First Day of School

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( I have to change this to first person I'm so sorry omg)
I looked up at the building we had been approaching, it felt like we had been walking for hours. I had a small laugh when I saw my twin nearly tumble down the hill, now that would've been amusing. But no, I'm outside the middle school building. Eighth grade, I'm at the top of the school. I will be part of the oldest class in this school, it's sort of terrifying, don't get me wrong, I'm really not a brave person. I started crying in a haunted house, and when someone talks to me about something I really don't understand I just, it's really a pained experience I live in. I wish that I could be brave, but I doubt it. At least Morgan has a bout of confidence in his stupid little mind, but I wasn't blessed like my twin. We aren't even identical, it's not like he took the confidence from me, maybe he did, maybe he stole it from me when we were still eggs. I doubt that's possible, but you never know, it's still a possibility, babies are really strange. We entered the school, there were two sets of doors, and it was quite fool of teenagers. I never thought I'd be this nervous, well, I never thought I'd see Morgan this nervous but seeing him pale with nothing to say freaks me out, I wanna hide, please, why can't mom be with us. I took a few steps inside when I heard someone behind us complaining. I didn't have an idea of where to sit or well, stand even. Then something caught my eye, an empty table, I darted towards it and took a seat. Morgan trailed behind me, then I realized something, what if someone else already claimed this table. Oh, we might be in a bit of trouble now.

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