Spotlight

I couldn't believe that anyone could be as self-conscious as I was right that minute. I pondered over why I'm so tongue-tied. I plucked my last thread of courage and went to stand in front of the podium...for the third time. The first time I was over-come by consternation and started speaking gibberish, so anyway the second time I'm pretty sure everything went black and the next minute I was laying prostrate on the floor, so here I go. Third time lucky right?

I coughed uneasily and the revelry from the crowd stopped. I coughed uneasily again and began speaking in my worst Japanese (honestly? I cant speak Japanese so well.) I felt gratified that no one was laughing yet, like the other schools I've been to. I fiddled with the hem of my skirt and watched the palms of my hand grow sweaty. I saw the student that showed me around the school this morning and blushed.

I quickly said my name and where I'm from and tried not to run to my seat. I looked at my sister and she rolled her eyes at me, yeah, I guess that was pathetic since everyone seemed to be waiting for me to continue or do back flips or something but I just turned red and tied my hair up into a ponytail, wishing I can kick up a fight and beseeched that everyone would stop staring!

The principal finally started clapping and everyone joined in. And I finally had the privilege or was excused to sit down. I glanced at the teenager who was showing me around like I said and quickly fixed my messy pony tail.

Yeah, so I never make the best first impressions... Especially when a thousand eyes are staring at you and the spotlight's shining so hard you can feel it burn.