first day dread

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i walked down my front lawn, the morning dew made my shoes slightly damp, it was early september so the air still humid made my hair frizz. i sighed as i started my walk to school. i always dreaded the first day of school the most it was when you see all the people you ignored all summer, and i was not looking forward to the basic question "what did you do this summer" that every person you come across will ask. i didn't have much friends so i was prepared to sit alone in most classes which i guess wouldn't be the top bad but the fear of a stranger sitting next to me rested in my head. it's not that i don't want friends or to talk to people i'm just antisocial and not too good at starting conversations i'd rather keep most thoughts in my head. i approached the school knowing the second i opened those doors i was stuck in that place for the next 10 months of the year, i took a deep breath and entered the crowded building. my best friend sierra was already there so i quickly went to find her not letting my eyes leave the floor of the hallways to avoid every possible person who may try to talk to me.

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