The new boy

First day

The summer is over and I have to go to school. I'm not exited because school makes me depressed and it gaves me anxiety attacks for reasons I dont even know. This summer was amazing I didn't have a single anciety attack. I'm very proud of myself for that!

Its 6am and I have to wake up. I put my outfit and brushed my hair. I always let them loose because I want to cover my face. I took my bag and left.

I start with my math class. I dont have friends because last year when i started to have anxiety my friends were not understating it and made jokes avout it when I was actually struggling very hard to stop having them. They told me that it was easy and that I could just stop stressing and they would stop. Sometimes I had to leave in the middle of the class in tears because I wasnt feeling well but nobody was understating it.

When I arrived in math I looked on the desk to search my name because the teacher always did this. I was in the back in the corner, I look at the name besides mine and William Roses was written. Ive never heard of him. 30 minutes since the class started and the boy besides me didnt arrived.

I was listening to the teacher when we all heard knocking at the door. The teacher opened the door and there was the new boy. He was really hot I thought.

He took the place beside me and started to unpack his bag he lookd at me and said hi I was so nervous I just let a little smile on my face to respond to him, but he didnt took his eyes of me. After class I went to my locker and realise that his was beside mine. But behind me was the girl that kinda bullied me. She called me freak and left with her pink backpack and her reutilisable waterbottle. The new boy looked at me. He made sure nobody was still there and asked me why everyone was calling me a freak I just didnt answered and left.

I went to the cafeteria and took a seat Im always eating alone because i have no friends and I dont really want to socialize. I was listening to music and heard a guy's voice. I turned my head back to realize it was william.
-can I eat with you?
-no
He acted like he didnt even heard me and took a sit beside me.
-why youre always acting like that. I tried to talk to you about three times and you respond to me with your shitty mood
-sorry but you arent gonna judge me like that its very hard for me to let people speak to me because I have previous memories about somethings that happened and since that I give myself a promice and its to never have confiance in somebody.