annalyse,
"hey, you ready?" jack opened my door."yeah, i guess" i said.
and that's when everything kicked in.
my anxiety levels were up to one thousand percent, my nervousness all over the place.
the butterflies, the feeling that i'm gonna throw up.
"don't be nervous, you'll be okay." he assured me.
i nodded, "yeah of course. one second" i said and walked in my closet.
i got prescribed to anxiety pills late last year, im suppose to take them in the morning.
i didn't want them to know. i like to keep that to myself.
i grabbed one and tossed it in my mouth and drank some water quickly.
after, i walked back out and smiled at my brother.
"you good?"
"yeah. let's go" i said and followed him out the door.
we walked downstairs where my dad was.
"are you hungry?" he asked me.
"i don't really eat in the mornings but thank you." i smiled.
"okay, well have a good first day" he smiled.
"i'll try." i said.
"you'll be fine" he smiled.
i nodded and mason, me and jack walked outside and got in his car.
and with that he drove to the school which isn't that far.
people, so may people.
my old school didn't even have half this many people.
but wow.
"you okay?" jack asked as he saw my face.
"uh yeah. perfect. let's go." i said and got out.
i was so nervous, and my anxiety was all over the place.
oh god when will the medicine actually work.
i followed my brother inside the school.
mason walked the opposite way from us, jack took me to the office.
we walked in and it was kinda crowded.
we pushed passed the people.
"jack! good morning!" a lady with glasses and black hair smiled.
"good morning, miss banks. this is my sister, annalyse gilinsky. it's her first day." he said.
she turned to me with a bright smile.
"hi, welcome. i will get your locker combination and schedule. one second." she said and walked away.
"she's really nice" jack said.
"i can tell." i chuckled.
a few seconds later, she came back and handed me two pieces of paper.
"here you go. you're all set now. i hope your first day goes great! if you need anything just come to the office" she smiled.
"thank you" i said, i think it's 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 you, right? please be right.
with all these people i can barley understand anything.
he looked at me and nodded saying i said it right.
"will she need a translator?" miss banks asked my brother.
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west coast; skate maloley
Teen Fictionannalyse, who is eighteen years old, and moves from Cuba to Omaha, Nebraska has no idea how to speak proper English, or how things work here, she moves in with her American dad. and goes to Omaha South High School where she meets a group of boys who...