Kids Can Be Cruel.

This is going to be the worst 4 years of my life.

Walking down the hallway was horrible . Everyone stared and whispered, and in a way I'm glad I didn't hear what they were saying. Maybe it's about my outfit, or the way I styled my hair to the side. But whatever it was, it made everyone laugh as I walked by. Finding my first class wasn't hard considering I did it on my own. I wouldn't dare ask anyone to direct me. I think I'll save myself the embarrassment. Sitting at the back so no one would notice me, I pulled out my notebooks and a pen. Only to have it all scattered on the floor by Tony Lane, the most popular guy in the school, my bully for 3 years. And I have 1st period English class with him. Great. After picking up everything from the floor I sat back at my desk, waiting for the new teacher to come in. When she did I opened my notebook and wrote "English" on the top of the new paper. The teacher told us to write down notes about what will be happening in this class. About an hour passed when the bell finally rang. And I found my second period class, math. I like math. My family has always been good at it. The rest of the time until lunch was a blur. I didn't know who to sit with, so I sat in the bathroom. I had 2 more classes till the end of the day. When the bell rang to go home I rushed out as soon as possible. And basically ran home. When I finally got inside and closed the door I realized something, I survived my first day of high school. And then I realized something else, this is really going to be the worst 4 years of my life.