The Arrival

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I was scared.

The new atmosphere of a new school back in 2008.

It was hot summer month of June.

The whole idea of meeting new people scared me every time I thought about it. Even still, I walked down on the road leading to Assembly of Christ, and I totally remember freaking out because of the many stares I was getting.

And there I was, in a totally new part of my life which I thought would just be another 'school'.

[The next day]

Totally remember waking up, to the warden's call, and I hated it. The thoughts of me having to live in the hostel was preventing me to try and love the place overall.I could see random faces staring at me.
I hated it.  It was as if my existence meant nothing to them.
The early morning air which was supposed to refresh young minds, made me want to puke. I wanted to go home. Home to where no one would ever disturb me, there would be no morning wake up call, no morning exercise and certainly no unwanted stares.
I prepared myself for school, prepared myself for another session of Q&As. With a heavy heart I entered the classroom to find that my fears were proved right, and this was one of those times, I hated being right. I could see many human figures of my age approaching me in hopes of finding a new friend and in hopes of striking up a conversation. I wanted to be left alone. With the best poker face I could ever muster up, introduced myself and told them about how I was unwell and just wanted to be left alone. I lied. Totally shouldn't have.
The bell rang, and it was time for the classes to commence. I knew this won't certainly be the five hours I'll look forward to........

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