I walked up the stairs with tears in my eyes. This had to be the worst day of my life, and it wasn’t even first period. And it was only the first day of school.
I started down the hallway where I thought my homeroom was. It was so scary, not knowing here to go or whom was going to be there.
What a drama queen.
I starred down at the ground. Maybe no one would recognize me, and my scratched up knees.
BAM !
Ah, crap. I just walked into another eighth grader. Or was it some seventh grader? Or was he even a sixth grader? Who knows, but he was awfully cute.
“Sorry,” I muttered, and looked up at him. He wasn’t much taller than me, surprisingly. And he smiled.
“It’s okay, I’m Eric, you are?”
“I’m Maddy,” I said, quietly. He nodded.
“Are you new to the school?” Oh great. He was probably an eighth grader, and than he would laugh and leave.
“Yeah,”.
“Oh really? I thought you were older,” he laughed. “I’m in sixth too,”. I sighed with relief. Maybe he was someone who would actually be my friend.