My First Year of High School

After eighth grade, I had to go to Steinmetz.

The freshmen stood out like diamonds.

Scared and staring at the floor.

Sitting down, but tempted to run out the door.

My name is pronounced incorrectly again.

School feels as if I’m being held by a cold chain.

After hearing the same rules for four periods, I find it difficult to concentrate in my classes.

There are so many new faces.

The first day of school always starts off the same way.

Man, this is going to be a long day.

Finally, it’s lunch time.

Everything tastes like a sour lime.

Time went by so quickly.

But I do love my city.

Now, I’m on my way to Biology.

I should have taken Psychology.

My teacher’s name is Mrs. Hank.

Tell me why her classroom smells like a fish tank.

After fifty minutes of torture, the bell rings.

Flying to seventh period Spanish using my broken wings.

I was having trouble finding it.

I lick my top lip where I was bit.

After the teacher greets me, she tells me I’m late.

How embarrassing, I’ll never get a date.

An old friend from Bridge Junior High points at an empty desk.

He is a sophomore just like the rest.

Once I sat down, Mrs. Rivera began going over the seating chart.

Her room is filled with beautiful pieces of art.

She says, “Wherever you’re sitting right now, is your seat for the rest of the year.”

Thank goodness, I don’t have to sit next to the jock with all of the football gear.

Aaron, my old friend, introduced me to his friend.

He was the one who sat at the end.

His name was Nathan and he was sitting behind me.

In my notebook, I started drawing a tree.

Fifty minutes later, Mrs. Rivera said, “Class dismissed.”

On the other side of the door, there were two guys holding up their fists.

Great, another fight.

I’ve never liked being near this sight.

Only one more period to go.

The hallways are so crowded that someone stepped on my toe.

My eighth period teacher is really short with blonde hair.

The smell of Hot Cheetos is in the air.

Students are always walking around with those chips.

If you eat them, you will end up having red lips.

By this time, I was practically falling asleep.

I woke up by a loud beep.

I wasn’t trying to be rude.

Before we could leave, the teacher wanted our work to be viewed.

Luckily, I finished right before I dozed off.

Right before walking out of the classroom, I heard the teacher cough.

Maybe she’s getting a cold.

Seeing the doors open to go home felt like gold.

Today wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

Finally, I am free.

On my way out, there’s another fight.

Ignoring it, I pass a dog who doesn’t bite.

From that point on, everything seemed to be going okay.

Up until one day.

I’m not really sure how it happened

And call me old-fashioned

But I started having feelings for my best friend.

I couldn’t do anything about it because he had a girlfriend.

That was respected.

Besides, my heart needs to stay protected.

“Who is he?” My friends asked.

Nathan, but my feelings cannot be basked.

Every time I pass him in the hallway, I try to avoid eye contact.

There are rules for the “best friend contract.”

I must abide by those rules.

He’s not like the rest of the guys because they’re all tools.

One of the rules is to never developed feelings for them.

Angry at myself because I realize that I am.

We stopped talking for a while because I was ignoring him.

To distract myself, I go for a swim.

That only helps for a while.

Can’t help but think about his smile.

I was so caught up with our friendship, the year went by so fast.

Maybe this friendship won't last. (79)

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