It’s been a few days since I’ve moved in. We live in an apartment downtown and it’s pretty nice, though the neighbors are quite loud. My mom is busy looking for a job and signing me up for school. The school I’m going to be going to has been around for about 50 years. I’ve done some research and it seems the community and places are pretty good.

    I’m going to be starting school on Monday. Two days away from starting school makes me nervous. I’m scared the people will think I’m weird or they won’t like me. James enters into a panic attack, so he curls up and turns on some music. His mom hears the music and goes to his room to check on him. My mom walks in and hands me some water. She sits down with me and tries to calm me down. I’ve had anxiety for a couple years, but my mom’s job doesn’t pay her enough for her to get me medication. She’s pretty much a pro at calming me down now.

TIME SKIP: 2 DAYS

    I wake to my alarm going off, time to start my day. I’ve been signed up for a private school, so I have to wear a uniform. My mom laid my uniform on my bed so I wouldn’t have to go searching for it. I throw my uniform on and head downstairs where my mom is making breakfast. “Hey sweetie, good morning. Breakfast is on the table”. I sit down, but I realize I’ll be late if I take any longer. “Thanks mom, cya later”. I grab my backpack and head out the door where the bus is waiting for me. I hop on and instantly feel everyone staring at me. This day is going to be great.