Two months after I moved...
It was the 2nd of September, 2014 and I was preparing for school. I had no clue what to expect. I only knew what color the school spirit shirt was, courtesy of the teenagers I saw in the mall. I got all my book, school bag, pencils and whatever. I googled everything there was to know about "Theiss High." You can tell, I was very nervous. The day of school arrived, and I was already up at 5 am, not because I was excited, more like I wanted to get it over with. My dad drove my sister and Ito school. She was entering the 9th, and she was very excited to start afresh.
I, on the other hand, was profusely sweating. My clothes felt uncomfortable, and so did my shoes. My hands were shaking, and so were my legs. My dad dropped us off and kissed us goodbye. "Have a lovely day ladies!" he said as he drove off. I walked my sister to class while holding her hands. "Let go of me; "I am a big girl!", She said as she looked straight at me. I smiled while letting go because little did she know, I was the kid who needed the comfort of her younger sister while internally having a mental crisis. I waved her goodbye, and I headed to my first-period class. It was AP Biology. How lovely to start the day with something as disgusting as Biology. I hated Biology, but I was passing the course. I walked into the class, and I could tell that everyone was looking at me. Maybe that was the anxiety talking, but I had a pretty big reason to think so because EVERYONE WAS STARING AT ME. The teacher asked what my name was, and I replied "Adanne Okeke" someone burst out laughing after I said my name. A lot of ridicules were made about my name, my hands were once again shaking, but I ignored it. I went to the back of the class to sit because I didn't want to interact with the loser assholes. Although I looked calm, I was a mess inside. I wanted to burst out crying, but I was hesitant because who knew what else they would do to me. I laid my head on my desk and wiped the tears as they slowly fell on my cheeks.
Three months after I started school...
"I hate this place, I hate those people, I hate myself," I said as I walked to school one day. It had been a little over four months in Columbus, Ohio and I hated every minute of it. I had made little to no friends because everyone thought I had a "ghetto" name and mostly because I was African. People would run down the hallway pointing and yelling "go back to your country nigger." it didn't also help that I was one in three of the only black people in the school. I was always the centre of attention, be it in class, the cafeteria or the hallway. There was always something to say about my "nappy" hair or my "nigger nose." I hated every single one of those little shitheads until one day; a transfer student came into my AP English class. He was a breathtaking boy with light grey eyes and a damaging smile. His name was Jake Malone, and I never forgot it. I was determined to talk to him. I wanted to know everything there was to know about him.
