Deep breaths. Calm down, don't worry. No one knows you. It's a new start, just walk. Don't look stupid. As a walk through the hall i feel the burning of eyes staring into the back of my head as they wonder, "Who's the new girl in the raggedy clothes breathing like they're having an anxiety attack? With all of 300 students in the 10th grade of course they would notice. What was I thinking? Drawing attention to myself like this? Then again, they don't know me. I haven't been labeled the weird quiet girl yet. Maybe i can do this. Just look up and walk forward. But I can see them looking at me, judging. They can tell these jeans aren't name brand, and how little this shirt cost. Of course they can, they're teenage girls. Oh no, one of them is whispering. What if she noticed my lip quiver when i walked in? What if she can tell I'm scared? Just relax, Sierra. Relax. Just make it to the end of the hallway.
*6 1/2 hours later*
As I walk up to my house, a sense of relief rushes over me as I see that no one is home. I am not ready for the argument that will inevitably occur when someone arrives home. I enter my room and throw my backpack off to the right, and kick my shoes off to the left. I can't believe i actually made it through the day. Maybe it'll be alright here. No, who am I kidding. Some one will do their research on the new girl and if their good with computers they'll find the accident report and then the whole school will know, and it will all just begin again. The torment.
