When i got to school, i see my new friends in the cafeteria. I wasn’t sure if i could sit with them or not, i don’t want to seem clingy, but Lauren calls me over to them, so i decide to sit there. 

Looking around at the cafeteria, i see the boy with glasses again, he's still wearing the red hoodie. He looks exhausted. I don't blame him, i am too. I’m sure we all are. I see Shu come in and sit down. She sits next to Haley and this short boy with black hair pushed to the side. It’s too loud here, i pretend to hold my head up with my hands on the sides, i’m actually covering my ears. I can’t stand this much noise. My hair is starting to get oily, i feel it. I don’t have the motivation to shower.

This is all still new to me, i still get nauseous coming inside. After all its only my second day here. The bell rings, they dismiss us table by table. According to my schedule i have RA one. I think its an extra learning class, i’ve never been sure. Its where my first core is. I find this weird i have four glasses that happen to be in the same room as my next class. 

I walk in, and sit down. She hands me a book and gives me stuff to catch up on. This looks familiar to me. I realize i’ve done this class last year. I was in a similar one at my old school, but it was Journeys two, not Journeys one. I’m scared to say anything, i don't want anyone to yell at me. Or to be mad. Or to cause any issues. But i don’t like things being easy on me, i need to keep my mind active or else i feel dumb. I slowly raise my hand. The teacher comes to me. “I did this last year.” I say to her. She looks puzzled, and told me to hold on. She picks up the phone, and calls the office. Great. More people.

The counselor comes into the room, and pulls me out of class. She walks me to her room, and sits my down and takes a look at my old school’s schedule. Basically what happens is she walks me up to the 8th graders classroom and explains to the teacher there whats going on. “I don’t understand why they do that” she said to the other teacher. Honestly i don’t blame them, my old school is definitely set up differently from this school. 

I sit down in a seat in the corner of the room. As a 7th grader, 8th graders terrify me. They’re tall, and loud. At my old school they were really mean. Not really to me, because of my brother. Everyone at my old school knew my brother. That could be a good or a bad thing. I don’t really understand why he is such a delinquent, i tried to help him. I miss him so much. I get sad. I feel like everything is black and empty. My mind starts to cut out everything else, i start to zone out. 

Before i know it, i hear the bell. Class is over, it’s time for first core.