Two steps onto the bus, and I already have a headache. Everyone is screaming at the same time, and there's a strong, disgusting smell.
As I walk across the aisle, I give everyone a friendly wave, but they all just ignore me or stare for a second. Most of the kids my age are staring down at their cell phones. My parents and their friends are on their cell phones all the time, but I never understood what's so exciting about them. Apparently they're very popular for my age also.
I sit across from Salish and her friend, one of the only open seats. I see some kids staring at me and whispering. I can only make out the words "new girl." Can't at least one person be friendly enough to just say hi to me or something? I mean, they all know I'm new.
This ride is only getting more and more stressful. Everyone is so loud and unfriendly. I can hardly remember the last time I was with so many kids at once, and this is not the way I want to experience it. Salish won't even talk to me! She's too busy with her friend. I just feel like I'm trapped in a crowded, crazy space, and I can't get out. Worst of all, this is just the bus ride! I'm getting stressed just thinking about what school will be like itself.
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Roman pour AdolescentsBrooklyn, a 13 year old girl obsessed with time and clocks, is starting middle school after being home schooled her whole life. Something horrible happens on her first day that will change her life forever. She also learns to navigate queerness in h...
