My mother's close friend drove me to school that day. My own mother couldn't because she's been dead for exactly a year now. I didn't have anyone to walk with. My best friend was busy at an elementary. The band was playing for the little kids that morning, so as usual on every first day, I was alone.
I wasn't alone for long luckily. I found my old childhood friend. She was with her good friends which were happy to accept me in their little chat until the bell rang. I then proceeded to find my class.
My school schedule is a block schedule. 4 classes one day, another 4 classes the next day. Odd days, even days, odd days, even days and so on the pattern goes.
My first class, period one, was health. As I was trying to find my way through the crowd of abnormally tall assholes, being pushed and pulled throughout the stupidly thin hallways, I found my class. I was determined to have a quiet school year.
What a joke.
