Killed you yesterday

I got there on my first day feeling like a freak, knowing I wasn't home anymore. A new country, a new home, a new school.
My uniform was horrible. Really long skirts, long socks, the shirt made of a terrible fabric... I felt even more strange. When I saw all those girls wearing the same clothes I was wearing, it was uglier, but I didn't feel that much of a freak.
They got in line to sing the national anthem (which I didn't know), the school anthem(neither), and some kind of promise to the country and to the national flag. I sat next to the seniors because I didn't know where to seat (and they all looked like freshmans). After we did all the ceremony, I found out they do that EVERY Monday. It's like going to church, but with the old priest who talks real slow. That's the feeling.
A senior showed me the way to my classroom, she was really nice.
When I stepped in, all the girls jumped over me. They looked exited and happy to have a new classmate, which felt nice and welcoming.