The Outpouring

First Day Jitters

I'm not really sure what day this was but I think it was around Sept 6. This was the night that our journey really got a lot better. We had our own home that was clean and new. We got to restart fresh. No more Houston devastation... now it was time for rebuilding.
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I dreaded this day. It was Monday. This meant it was time for my first day of school. I did not want to have to go to a completely new school with strangers. I didn't want to explain my story. Not that horrible traumatic experience that happened to me. No one needed to know that. All I had to do was stay relevant to what's going on right then. I was going to my first day of school.

I was frightened about what was going to happen that day. Would people ask me about why I'm here? Would they be kind, or would they torment me? I wasn't ready. All of these thoughts were going through my head while I was on the way to this new place. I guess it was just first day jitters.

When we got to the school I was freaking out. This whole process was so nerve wracking. This whole starting completely over.

So... on to the story.

I stepped inside and that's when I realized I didn't know where to go. I stepped in the front office and asked for the guidance counselor. She gave me everything I needed and she also guided me towards my first class. It was ELA. This teacher was super helpful and she still is. She's very kind and understanding.

Next it was time to go to art. I was actually excited for this class until I entered the classroom. All of their eyes were staring at me and then I heard laughter. I wanted to just shrink into the corner of the class.

The teacher didn't even stop teaching when I arrived. She kept teaching. I just raised my hand and asked where I should be seated. She sat me on the very edge of the table. I still don't like that seat to this day. When I sat down she didn't tell me what to do. I rested my head on the desk hoping for no one to notice me. I was stressing out and I needed to not be noticed for one minute.

Then that's when the teacher walked over to me and yanked me back to sitting up straight. It actually kind of hurt. This was when I decided I did not like her at all. I then started to get really upset. I started thinking about everything that I had lost. I started to cry.

I raised my hand and tried to make out the words ,"May I please step out," but it didn't really come out right. Luckily the teacher understood and she let me step out. I sat out in the hallway for the rest of the class.

Next I went to science. The teacher was very overly positive and she was very kind but she also partially annoyed me. I'm not a very positive person myself, so I'm not used to people being this way.

Finally it was time for lunch. I was so hungry and all I could think about was food. I had completely forgotten that I had no one to sit next to. I thought that I could just go in there and Claire would be in there waiting for me. But oh wait... she was in Houston and she decided out of nowhere that she didn't want to be my friend.