I clambered on to the yellow school bus, my sweater hanging dangerously off one of my arms and the other arm being dragged onto the street. Yeah, not a very good first impression. I sank into the nearest seat and pulled out my ipod and turned it on. A gang of giggly girls turned and whispered. I caught "New girl" and "Isn't that the oldest ipod there is?" but I didnt really care and turned the volume higher.The bus screeched and stopped. I jumped off and went to my first class. The principal met me half way and steered me to the other direction because I was obviously heading the wrong way. I looked at all the expensive designer bags and compared it to my sister's old JanSport backpack. I turned red as we walked in through the doors of my new classroom. Everyone had their cell phones out and their pink finger nails tapping at the key boards.
The teacher coughed loudly and the obsessive tapping stopped. "Good morning class! We have a new class mate. This is Mari Onozato," the teacher said. The class went silent. As they gave me a head-to-toe exam. The girls rolled theyre eyes and the guys raised their eye brows.
Mental note number 1: Always make a good impression and take at least a week on it. Which is what I did from then on.
That was great! I loved how you put what the girls said about you, even though what they said was really mean. :( I understand how you feel, when everyone is really different from you, but don't worry, I think that the people in your class don't even know you, so who are they to judge. Great work!
ReplyDeleteAnd then sometimes you have to stare harder and longer and then turn and walk away.
ReplyDeleteWell written!