Archey's Guide to highschool life

chapter 1

"Archey! Get down here and help me with these boxes", my mum yelled.
I jumped down the stairs and collected them. We have just moved house in a new city, which means new school. I have also just moved up to year 7, and I didn't really have time to make friends in my old school so I'm leaving much behind. Although I wasn't exactly jumping up and down at the idea of moving.
My first day is tomorrow, I'm nervous obviously but also pissed off at the double r.e my timetable has blessed me with. I have double r.e, art, history and math. One of the friends I did make in my old school was, and still is I believe the only member of the math fandome.
I started putting away my things into a white wardrobe in the corner of my new room. It is plain and blank at the moment but it won't be for long. Give me a couple of hours and it will be a fandomated masterpiece. Doubt that's actually a word.
I get out my wide range of posters and start arranging them around my room. I decide to put a Harry Potter one on each wall, so I can always see at least one at whatever angle I'm at. Weird right. I then distributed the rest evenly around my room. They include everything from YouTubers to divergent trilogy. Yep, I'm into all that stuff.
When I'm done, I collapsed back onto my bed and plug my headphones in. I play 5sos social casualty, no brainer on music choice there.
As the song playd, I stary to worry. Questions run through my mind. What if I don't make any friends?, what if people don't like me?, what if I don't fit in? I feel my breathing getting faster, and my forehead moist with sweat. I try to take deep breaths, clear my mind, but it doesn't help. I can't stop thinking about the scenarios that could play out tomorrow, embarrassment, tears, teasing. I grab my notebook and write it all down. Somehow this helps me when I'm panicking. My handwriting is awful but it's not the time to care.