...The Second Step...

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"BREAKFAST IS READY!!!!!!!" mum shouts as I get out of bed....

"BE DOWN IN A BIT!" I reply shouting down the stairs,

as I get ready I notice the postman deliver a package at our doorstep, from my window. Soon later I walk down the stairs take my jacket from it's hook and head for the kitchen. I feel a shiver run up my spine... I am nervous... extremely nervous the first day of school was quiet and normal but I ran into a buff looking kid and he gave me a death stare, with a nervous tension I finish my cereal and head out the door dropping off the package inside.

I walk very slowly to my bus stop trying to avoid all the stares awaiting me,  "why?".... I ask myself "why, be so shy, why, avoid attention?......My hand clenches as I delete that thought from my memory..... 

When I hop aboard the bus I take a seat and settle in preparation for the next hour journey that lies ahead. After two stops a group of boys walk in and take a seat directly opposite of mine, I notice their clothes and realise that they just played rugby, I say "hi' and one of them turns to face me..



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