Different.

Intimidated.

Chapter 5.

The ride was quite a nerve wracking experience, but we all made it to our destiny.

My book was still held by one of the students in the back of the bus. I'm now dreading that the pages would be torn up, or the whole book itself-just thrown away.

I release a huge sigh. I grab my backpack, toss it over one shoulder, and step onto the aisle. The students in the back of the bus run to the front in a hastily urge, and make it out  before me. I'm the last one to leave.

"Good Bye!" The bus driver shouts.

I turn and look at the old man, giving a slight smerk. I wasn't so happy. Maybe if he'd seen what had happened, I'd get some help. But-I guess not saying much would keep me out of the situation. I just don't want to be seen in a position like this.

Standing on the rocky pavement—the bus vanishes. I was only left intimidated.

I stare at the fairly enormous school, and students surrounding it. The teenagers who rode the bus with me, join a group of girls who wear hardcore makeup. The group mainly consisted of boys. I just didn't know which one took my book. Their faces turned away from me, so I couldn't see their facial appearance. And their voices unexplainable, since I was viewing them from a far distance.

I bite the inner part of my lip, It begins to bleed. All I taste-is metal. My friends from grade 8, all grown up. They each huddle together In a group of their own. I try waving to them, but they don't notice me. I had completely nobody to talk to. I felt embarrassed. My body starts beginning to freeze from my waist down, so I move to a place that will somehow in my mind, further stop that from happening. 
Walking up to the schools front doors, I try to open them, but they're locked.

I look up and around at the brick walls. A camera hangs from one side. A metal box with a buzzer and speaker, attached to one side. Along with revealing cords, that stretch inwards, to the schools office. I didn't bother pressing the buzzer. There were only 3 minutes for the bell to ring. I made sure I had the schedule for all of my classes.

I toss the backpack off my shoulder, leaning it against the window ledge. Reaching down into my side pocket-I find the schedule. I skim through the tiny printed font of the letters, and to the classroom numbers that appear below them. I slightly shake at the vision of missing a class.

"What if I can't find the class I need to get to..?"-I jitter, through thoughts.

Missing a class is my hugest fear. I would be such an embarrassment to the teachers, and the students who would then stare at me desperately. I'm sure I can do this just fine. In a couple hours, I would be over with this. Just one day to finish—and the rest to go. It doesn't really make me feel any better by visualizing that, but there may be ups, and downs. In my case-many frowns, that lie ahead of my worries. 

I press my fingers tightly to my class schedule, clenching each backpack flap against my chest. Releasing a sob, the bell rings. The bell had an awfully dry shriek coming from each speaker. It sounded as if they hadn't been fixed in years. As so, they were bombarded with a great amount of rust. 

Students crowd around a rather large metal door that rests at the back of the school. Another door in one corner, and another at the side. It seems like different doorways to hell in my mind. My eyes wander in confusion, and lonely-ness as the commodity of bodies swallow up their own liveliness.

I feel lost, but what about the others? If they feel lost too, how must one who is already lost, help the other lost people find their way..?
I just don't know where I belong.