Obviously, we all feel that sudden urge to scream when we are nervous.
Our fellow humans have turned that desire into foolishness, I myself kept it in and waited.
School would begin to start, woo hoo.
Possibly, I was anxious at the thought of making friends.
Many people would say I was crazy, a weirdo who had nothing to live for.
Not alot of people liked me, and I knew why.
I just couldnt think or be what they wanted.
I hated them too.
Bridget, Gizelle, Monica, Mayte, and Itzel. (real names no lie)
They certainley wanted to grow up.
I myself found every hour with them hell. They never shut up about how quiet I was.
My mistake was that I acted stupid.
I acted like my life depended on it.
They took advantage of my stupidity.
"Wanna go to the lockers together?''
I had been so excited to be in their group I hadn't thought.
That day I ran home crying, I couldnt bear being bullied.
They had shoved my head in the locker, and taken my stuff.
I never told out of fear.
What would the school do?
I had some good classes, one class with Sam.
Sam....Sam...Sam...
His name still brings butterflies to my stomach.
I adored him.
Yet, it is still is the first day.
He talked to me.
"Hey,"
I was so nervous.
"I...uh...me?"
He nodded, laughing.
"You are cool.""
