I awoke on September 1, to hear the 'peep' of my alarm clock. Today was the first day of school and I had no real idea of what would happen. Once dressed, I went downstairs for breakfast. My little blue sneakers muffled the creaks as I walked across the aged wood floor. My denim backpack sat on a dining room chair. It contained a few notebooks, a packed pencil case, and Casino Royale by Ian Fleming. At 7:15 I walked to the bus stop, the gravel crunched underfoot, the air smelled like summer and the birds chirped. At 7:20 the large yellow bus rolled down the street. I stepped up the mini stairs not knowing where to sit. I sat down in a random place and the bus drove on, the familiar trees and neighborhood houses passed by. I was leaving home.
Over time, North Cumberland Middle School came into view. The bus parked along the wooded forest and waited until it was time to let the students out. I could hear my mom’s voice “The eighth-grade science labs are downstairs to the left”. Knowing exactly where I needed to go for homeroom, I waited patiently. At around 7:40 everyone piled out of the bus and walked to the front entrance. Friends in groups gathered together. Not knowing where to stand I stood between a cluster of students and new people. Never in my life had I ever felt so trapped. I desperately wanted to go home. The loud talking echoed in my head. Inside the seventies style school, the air smelled of cleaning product and fresh paint. I descended the wide staircase and walked to the right through the door of my new homeroom. A weird feeling came over me as I had entered the middle school classroom. The bright lights and the color of the walls blurred my vision. I sat down next to a friendly looking girl who asked,
“Are you new here?"