The Wallflower's Bloom

Chapter 1: The New Kid

Chapter 1: The New Kid

I don't really know where to start, it's all mixed up in my head. But I can remember every single little detail to the stories. If that makes any sense? Well, if I were to start somewhere, I might as well start here.

My name is Jacob, Jacob Green, I am 12 years old, sixth grade, and I live in New York, a busy city that kind of made me want to throw up everytime I smelled the "fresh air" of the outdoors. I admit, New York was pretty nasty.

If I had a choice, I would probably live somewhere like...Georgia. Yeah, Georgia, that'd seem pretty cool.

But honestly, in my life, no one even knew who I was, I was like the kid in the back of the class that no one talked to. No one really cared, I just existed. I guess after awhile I got used to it, but secretly, I hate that fact.

I had just moved here last night from another house closeby, but far enough to be in another school district. I arose from my slumber on the first day of school...

I jolted up, suddenly quick and alert. I was confused as to why I was on the floor, with no pillow or blanket when I remembered.

"We just moved yesterday, they must've not gotten the things moved in yet." I happily walked downstairs and greeted my mom.

"Why are you already awake?" she questions, "I was supposed to wake you up in 15 minutes."

"I, I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep," I said. I went to go grab a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

"Are you okay honey?" My mom worried, "I know this was all so sudden for you--and the rest of your five other siblings (yes, FIVE), but it's all we could do."

I hesitated, but told her I was alright. I poured my cereal, lathered it with milk and began to eat that amazing taste. After a couple minutes, my mom asked.

"Well, are you scared of a new school? Middle school? Friends? Any of them?" I started to answer, but gagged, remembering I still had a mouth full of cereal in my mouth. After I quickly swallowed, I continued.

"Not really, I just hope I make some friends this year." She licked her lips and continued doing whatever she was on her smartphone. I finished the cereal, and rinsed it out, then shoved it in the dishwasher. I looked at the time, put my stuff on and said goodbye.

...

When I arrived at the bus stop, I was greeted by this blonde haired kid I didn't know. "Hey," he said. I opened my eyes as wide as they could go.

"Um, hey." I said with my back turned and head down.

"Well," he began as he peeked over my shoulder, "Are you scared of any of this? Like this whole middle school idea?

I hesitated, but shook my head. "Not really."

I heard him giggle. Honestly, I didn't want to talk to him, like at all. "I just moved here last week! I don't know anybody!"

I was now chuckling, and stated, "I moved here last night, we don't even have the things in our house yet!" We both laughed, but after that it fell silent.

As I walked onto the bus, I saw the other kids. I was always this insecure short little kid compared to everyone else. These kids were freaking giants! I stepped and walked into seat two, alone, and I felt my first strike of fear when looking out of the wet window.

"What if I get picked on? What if they don't like me? What if I don't make any friends?" I began having all these negative thoughts rush through my head, and I just stopped and thought I was overreacting, and tried to "enjoy" the rest of the bus trip.

When I got off the bus, I was fine, until it hit me. I had forgotten where to go! This middle school used to be the biggest middle school in the whole United States and I'm lost!? I began to follow the other students downstairs, but then realized that I was in a different part of the school, because I was in accelerated classes.

I just freaked out and walked around the school, until after about ten minutes, I embarrassingly asked an adult. They clearly directed me towards my classroom, already 20 minutes late. I walked in the room slowly and interrupted my teacher talking. Everyone was staring at me with eyes that pierced me like a knives.

"My, you must be Jacob, right?" The teacher, Mrs. Webb, said.

"Um...yes." I replied. You see, where my mom came from-- in the North-- it was "rude" to say ma'am, so we never really spoke it around her or...anyone.

"You will be seated right there." Her finger, which I noticed had a nice diamond ring--wedding ring of course-- was pointing to a desk in the middle of the classroom, next to two "popular" kids. I reluctantly sat down and thought.

"Great, all this has happened, and it's only been the first 20 minutes of middle school." I sighed. You know, how hard it is, being the new kid and all.