𝗞𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗝𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗸 - 𝗕𝗧𝗦

1

Yn's First Day of School

I stood outside my new school, fidgeting with my backpack straps. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. As I walked through the crowded hallways, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from my classmates. They seemed to be sizing me up, wondering who this new girl was. I tried to ignore it, focusing on finding my locker and first-period class. My heart raced with every step, my palms growing sweaty.

No one approached me. I was invisible.

I found my locker and struggled with the combination lock. "Stupid lock," I muttered.

A gentle voice behind me startled me. "Need help?"

I turned to see a kind-faced teacher. "Hi, I'm Ms. Kim. Welcome to Lincoln High."

"Thanks, Ms. Kim. I'm Yn," I replied.

Ms. Kim helped me with my locker and wished me a great day.

Throughout the day, I struggled to connect with my classmates. At lunch, I sat alone at an empty table, watching as groups of friends laughed and chatted.

Why did I think this would be easy? I thought I'd left my awkwardness behind in middle school. But here I was, feeling like an outsider all over again. The cafeteria seemed to stretch on forever, every table filled with people who seemed to know each other. I felt like a ghost hovering on the fringes.
As I ate my sandwich, I noticed a group of students staring at me. One of them whispered something, and they all snickered. My eyes stung, but I refused to cry.
I gathered my things and left the cafeteria, feeling defeated.
The school's hallways seemed to close in around me, the sounds and smells overwhelming. I spotted an empty bench near the library and sat down, collecting my thoughts.
Maybe this school wasn't so bad. Maybe I just needed time to adjust.
I pulled out my schedule and map, planning my next move. I had a free period before my last class.
The library's cozy atmosphere drew me in. I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

As I sat on the bench, I pulled out my schedule and map, planning my next move. I had a free period before my last class, and I wanted to use it to explore the school.

The library's cozy atmosphere drew me in. I pushed open the door and stepped inside, surrounded by the musty scent of old books. The quiet hum of conversation and rustling pages enveloped me, calming my nerves.

I wandered through the shelves, running my fingers over the spines of the books. Classics, fiction, non-fiction - the selection was impressive.

Suddenly, a book fell off the shelf, landing with a soft thud. I picked it up, examining the cover.

"The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

A handwritten note slipped out of the pages:

"Life is full of unexpected twists. Hold on tight."

I smiled, feeling a connection to the anonymous writer.

I sat down at a nearby table, opening "The Great Gatsby" to read. The words transported me to a world of luxury and longing.

As I read, the librarian occasionally glanced over, smiling.

Before I knew it, the bell rang, signaling my last class.

Reluctantly, I closed the book and headed out.

The hallway was chaotic, students rushing to their final class.

I spotted Emily from my morning class.

"Hey, Yn!" Emily called out, waving.

I smiled, feeling a glimmer of hope.