Nothing but the truth.

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On the day of open house, I was so scared and it was pathetically obvious.... I wasn't scared to be at SLA, I was obviously excited about that, I was just nervous about the fact that I didn't know anyone and there was a good chance I was making a first impression on a lot of people that day. I had met a lot of teachers and people and they were all great but I couldn't help but feeling depressed. I had been depressed since that past December and I had been cutting and getting drunk quite a lot... I knew it was bad but I knew that I deserved to hurt and feel alone. Anyway, I looked sad and I knew it, but I didn't know how else to feel. I leaned against the Language Arts doorframe and ran my hands down the cold metal. I thought about how I would walk through that door way for the next year if i decided to stay... I drifted off and started to imagine me staying at St. Mary's and then imagining walking into a new school on the first day. Then I was suddenly jolted out of my trance, as i heard a huge commotion behind me. I turned around to see two boys in the hallway, and as I turned, I made eye contact with a boy with bright pink hair and deep, chocolate brown eyes.... and in that moment I knew I was going to have strong feelings for him. Maybe I would hate him and maybe I would love him.... I wasn't sure. But I could have sworn that he was looking at me too. He seemed to have an analyzing look on his face, like he could read my mind and he was trying to help me. But then again I could have been imagining it. But the thought of him stayed with me, for weeks and weeks. I was oddly intrigued by this boy. He seemed to have a very wise but young aura about him. Something completely different.