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The new kid

So, as the all-powerful narrator of this story, I have made the executive decision to continue on in third person, cause – obviously – I am not involved in every scene or drama.  Well,  at least not directly. 

 

And this chappie is told from Harry’s point of view, cause, y’know, I can. 

 

And all these parts are me (Janie) making awkward comments about what’s going down.  So yeah.

 

Just wanted to give you a bit of a warning.

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Just about everyone hates the first day of school.  The worry over harder classes, new teachers, and old friendships just doesn’t seem to do it for most people.  And if you are going to a whole new school altogether, well, the stress just triples.

What if I don’t make new friends?

What if I’m behind?

What if I’m too ahead and everyone thinks I’m a nerd?

What if I can’t find my bus?

What if?

These were the thoughts running through poor Harry’s head as his mom dropped him off in front of James Island Charter High School for the first time.   He walked as slowly as he could towards the buildings, but he knew it was only prolonging the inevitable; that walk of shame for “the new kid”.

He stopped just outside the front gates.  At least he seems to have dressed appropriately, in simple skinny jeans and a band shirt.  It had taken hours of agonizing over his scant wardrobe choices to come up with that; he didn’t want the American kids to treat him like too much of an outsider.  He had had enough of that back in London.

Yeah, Harry was from England.

Feeling a bit more confidant, he made his way through the front gate, eyes darting to try and find a friendly face.