So today is the first time that I actually get to go to school. Yes, of course I've been to school before, private school. A place where they baby-fy everything and you get in trouble for saying crap. Not the real world. Not the real deal.
This summer my private school closed. I was extremely worried because I didn't think I could handle the real world, but I realized that I needed to be in the real world, that I needed to learn what life was like.
I got accepted into one of the finest public schools around. My mother told me that it was a lot like my private school, which I didn't know how to feel about. Mainly because I wanted the old part of me gone.
I wanted to make a new me. Show up and be that girl that everyone loved but hated. That girl that was good but bad. The one that lives her life like a cool kid, but there's no way that could happen.
I at least wanted to get to school on time, but previously I'm running down the hall way trying to find my class which I was supposed to be in 5 minutes ago. I find the door that says "8th grade" and hope that it's the right room. I walk in and see approximately 25 students staring at me. I look at one of my best friends, who also got accepted, as she mouthes,
"You're late."
"I know," I reply.
"I'm Mrs. Susanne, why don't you have a seat in desk 32 and explain why you're late." A stern voice demands from behind me.
I already know that this isn't going to be an easy year.
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The Secret Life of an American 8th Grader
Novela Juvenil**notification: this may sound stupid but I'm doing it as a comedy and not with full seriousness. This is also more like a blog rather than a book so yea.** Everyone thinks that 8th graders are just kids. They don't feel pain, or know how to...
