I walked up to the doors of my new school cautiously and carefully. I realized that the impression I left today could either make me or break me. I held my chin up high and confidently stepped through the doors. As I looked at my schedule, I saw that my first class was with Mrs. Binns.
Iended up turning an corner before reaching her classroom. As I walked through the door, a lady with a pink cashmere sweater who I assumed to be the teacher handed me a pink post-it note with group three on it. As I looked around the classroom, I found group three. Sitting there was a group of people who looked like the populars, with their Coach purses and compact mirrors at the ready. As they suddenly realized that I would be in their group, they scowled in my general presence. Deflating, I could then tell what kind of year this was going to be.