The Letters

Inhale and exhale, close your eyes, and forget the butterflies. I keep telling myself as I walk with the miss to ninth period. New school I just moved, and middle school. This is so scary.

The miss knocks on the door and I turn pink. It's okay, I think not. I should have came here the following day. I look down, and I hear the sir open the door.

"She's a new studuent." She implies and I breath hard. I shrug it off thinking everyone is going to love me. It's a new school I can be me. I won't lie I will be liked and have friends. I will be popular and have my mother think I am that, no matter what.

He nods somewhat and tells me to follow him. What to expect is something that never crossed my mind till this second.

I walk into class and I look staight ahead. Five long rows and most are taken except for the fourth one on the first of the five rows. I smile confidentiality but seize to bring it across, I end up with a half smile.

On the second seat sits a guy with teeth like bucks bunny somewhat like me. Weird how I noticed him. I never notice anyone, especially guy's. I want to giggle but I hold it in. I don't want to make a fool of my self. I don't notice anyone else. I am sat two seats behind him. Great I think. I look at the desks. They are so weird. I turnd red. Will I fit in them?? I look at the desk. This is not going to be good. Great!!

I sit, I exhale inwardly, in the desk slowly and look up. Till this second everyone is still looking towards my direction. What's their problem? I think but don't say a word. Why am I so mousy? I'm so weird fat and shy. They're the worse combinations. The self continuous ness begin's.


"These are the thing's we're learning from." He hands me the pappers and I nod. "Just try your best." He sighs and turns around. He apears tired, with grey spiky hair. Grey shirt and baggy tired eyes.

"I thouht she'd at least be less fat." Someone from the back of me murmurs. I feel hurt but think this is only the first day. Everything will turn out alright. I bite my tough and do the paper's that were assined to me.

Notes

This book is taking me back to my sixth grade year. The truth with a love story somewhat attached to this tragic year. I will try to update once a weak guys. Please have some conpation for me This is my first story and my sixth grade years were ruff. So everytime I write here like today I will most probably cry. Thank you ~3lyx