September 6th
Do you think moving is stupid? Do you think switching cities in the middle of your high school year is just wrong? Do you think the color red does not go with the color purple? Well you know what, I do! Moving is not easy! I swear I lost half my things in the process. I use to live in Toronto. Toronto! Toronto is like the closest place to Hollywood in Canada. Now, I’m in Hamilton, Living in Binbrook, the country part of the city. My parent’s workplace moved so we had to as well, we moved in last week. Oh guess what today is? The very first day at my new school and I am freaking out! How will the students there be? Will I make any friends? WILL I BE A LONER? I finally managed to sleep at midnight last night, too me three hours to sleep! I stayed up talking to my friend Josh over windows live messenger; he was sweet enough to stay up with me. Well he doesn’t have school until 11 on the first day since the grade nines have this work shop thing so ten and higher grades come at 11 when it’s done. Gr I would be starting at eleven too if I still lived back at my old house. I guess I can’t complain for too long.
Anyways I’m on my way to school, this drive that’s suppose to be at least 10 minutes long felt like it was 5 hours. I feel like a little kid entering their first year in kindergarten. My eyes were literally starting to water!
“Okay so you’ll meet Nash and his parents inside,” spoke my dad who was beside me driving this car. Distracted by my nervous thought, he sounded as if he were miles away. My brother, Aden, replied to him for me as we pulled into the school parking lot.
I took a deep breath and opened the car door, which was harder than usual. I can feel the fear that probably all over my face by now. “Bye dad,” I waved while he drives back into the distant, leaving me there, stranded in front of this building that I will be expected to attend to five days a week, every week, for the next ten months.
With another calming deep breath, I entered the school along with my friend and the girl that lives next door, Pamela. We gave her a ride this morning, you know, being neighborly. Plus her dad is close with my dad; they work together, so she’s practically family.
All three of us checked the lists posted on the walls beside the office, Tana room B 122. Hmm, that shouldn’t be hard to find. Turns out, it was. We stood there looking at the list. I glanced towards the boys sitting in the atrium. One word, daaaaaaayyyyuuuuummmmm! They were fine as hell! We didn’t have this many cute guys back at my old schools. My ex-boyfriend was cute… a little cute… I thought he was… looks don’t matter anyways…
This lady came slowly behind us staring at the list, puzzled. “Where’s Nash?” she asks looking at me and Pamela. “Well, what’s his last name? You see this list is alphabetical, last name first,” I explain to her.
“Here he is,” exclaimed my brother, dumping my explanation right out the window. I stare at him, annoyed but before anything came out of my mouth, Nash, looking like the tall nerdy boy that he is, joined us with someone, I’m assuming it’s his father. Then it came to me, that lady must be his mother! Boy, don’t I feel stupid.
After all the introductions and small talks, I separated myself from the group to look for my classroom. I have drama first period so I’m pretty scared since the first day of drama back at my old school meant getting up in front of everyone and talking about yourself. Basically getting to know each other a little better. It’s not that I’m afraid of getting in front of everyone, but I sort of want to blend in a little bit before I start putting myself out on the spotlight doing god knows what.
I found my room number and on top of that I noticed it said Stage theatre. That’s so cool! My class is going to be on a stage! I’m so excited. I continue walking around in that hall till I came to the same exact door. There are two entrances? My class is so legit that we have two entrances! Awesome! But, which one do I take?
