Up the stairs to level 4, remember up the stairs to level 4. i repeat in my head I cant get lost its so strait forward, come on !okay… up the stairs to level 4 . The stairs go on forever, my stomach is churning what will they think of me .
I keep going up the stairs, I can hear the voices and slamming of the lockers shoes scuffling across the floor like mine would be if i was not so nervous ,its Monday morning after all. Even the smell is so familiar yet …so new, smells like shoes, old apples at the bottom of your bag and sweaty gym clothes mixed with perfume and lynx oh and just plain teen smell so undesirably distinctive. Anyway my mother said this morning don’t worry what others think of you I love you and so will they, just be yourself. I know right cheesy as possible… be MYSELF said like its easy, teenagers are vicious, we judge each other so much and we know we are being judged even when we walk into a room full of friends. My hands are sweating, my feet are sore from this constant repetitive torture of walking these stairs, I stop and look to the wall LEVEL 4 the big old blue sign reads, okay I’m hear new school jen you can do it you will be fine, go step into the hallway jen ...stop standing in the stair way JEN..... JEN.
