Sweet Start

Sweet Start

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. My heart was slamming frantically against my chest as our service drive through the gate of the school. I fought every impulse telling me to run back home. New teachers. New classroom. New subjects. Almost everything will be changing. Everything except me and my former classmates. I hoped everything was going to be all right. I greeted every friend and acquaintance I passed by, which is saying much because I'm kind of friendly. Everyone seems to be excited. Today, I was going to face 26 familiar faces of my former classmates, 8 new ones and 10 new teachers that can either make my student life easier and happier- or the exact opposite.

Surprisingly, I survived the first day with a big smile on my face. At first I was afraid of the new teachers. Well, can you blame me? I was notorious for being the most terror teacher’s least favourite student. Hmmm, that was way back to elementary, it’s a long story and I hoped that I already lost that trait of mine. As I’ve said, the whole day was great. I liked my teachers, the subjects –well, most of them anyway-, my classmates and the fact that I didn’t messed up or anything. I tried to be normal and inconspicuous. The later was easy but to be normal? Next to impossible. I admit that I was being too noisy but all in all, I managed.

Days-two weeks, I mean- passed in a blur. I enjoyed every class and had a good time in the activities we did. To be a junior high school student was a piece of cake, or maybe that was what I thought-for now. I heard rumors that third year was the most difficult stage of high school, but now, I have my doubts. I wish the rest of the school year   would pass as peacefully as the first two weeks. But it was really hard to predict the future, who knows what it holds?