Dear future

Day one of middle school starts....now!

One Friday afternoon, thirty minutes past third period, I climbed out of a small pale green car, and slammed the door shut behind me. My moms door closed on the drivers side, and i walked out into the school parking lot
"HAHA! I'M TOTALLY FREAKED OUT" i yelled with a grin, flashing what was probably a quirky grin at my mom. She weaved around the front of the car, and started walking to the large entrance of my new middle school which was practically trash central, but either way I thought this was going to be at least an interesting experience. I laughed and skipped ahead, and through the crosswalk and onto the concrete floor to centennial middle school's entrance, but despite my appearance my stomach was in knots. This was middle school we were talking about. From what I had heard, it would SUCK. I tried to shake the feeling off, and my mom caught up. I placed my hand on the handle of the entrance. Right below the sign proclaiming the school's name, in proud, faded letters.
"I won't become a jerk after this...right..?" i said, my tone suddenly dark.
My mother gave me a sympathetic glance. "Don't worry about it, you have an immovable kind heart." I looked over at her and smiled. A little of the anxiety was gone. I pulled open the door and let my mother in, then quickly followed. I didn't want to become like them, all those insecure, grumpy middle schoolers. I loved myself and wanted to keep it that way. I took a breath and smiled. And my guts fluttered like I was about to throw up. But I still smiled. Then I grinned. "I should probably keep smiling right?"
I was dragged into an office of sorts. Amusement smiles are still in play. It was principal bates. The PRINCIPAL.
I paled.
"Yup i'm gonna die!" i thought to myself, as we walked into the office. I sat in a warm chair as a bald man walked out of an office that played in the corner of the room, hidden by desks, and two women on phones, with their student assistants working on what looked like puzzles.
"I really dislike puzzles," I realized. Soon the bald man waved us into the office. He and mom talked for a while, it was really boring for me, the smile turned into a closed mouth line in the vague shape of a smile. Bates had a kind face. He wore one of those necklaces that showed you were a staff member. He had posters that discouraged hair all over his office which made me self conscious of my hair and how long I fussed over it that morning. I shrugged it off as the principal handed my mother a clipboard with detached papers casually, who eyed it curiously. "--I want Lucy to vote for which classes she wants to be in most. 'one' as you really want it, and ten as in... you get the idea."
I didn't consider much, just acted like I knew what I was doing. I was just glad to have a pen in my hands, finally something I knew. I didn't really stop to think about the difficulty of each class. I had thought previously that public school ment you had no choice in what classes you got. And hey, turns out i was right, only three of my choices were actually regarded. Next thing I knew I was givena student guide. He had freckles and a rounded nose, his hair a chocolate brown. He seemed nice enough, but a little reluctant. He had the same necklace thing the bald dude had, I thought. I felt awkward, Then I noticed the difference. It was laminated paper. It still seemed official though. He guided me poorly, but he still brought me to each and every place I would need to know, though. I noticed he didn't give me a second glance, the oly times he looked was to see if I liked what he'd said and I swear I constantly felt like he was staring at my chest. he wasn't playing with his shirt whatsoever. He wasn't nervous at all! All boys got nervos or change when they were around me... i wondered if he was Gay. It was strange being back in a school with only kids my age. Previously I had been in a school for all ages, preschool to highschool, abnormal for sure. There was rarely cussing, and %70 of the population at that school had something quirky about them, so it almost seemed normal, so people wouldn't make fun of them. There, 'normal' was the abnormal, but all the 'normal' knew what it felt to be teased so they didn't do so. Sky valley was the name, and I really loved it. It had not registered till now. I missed my meme friend brook, the nature girl kaitlyn, and a number of other people who were given only a less than days notice of my departure. I remember giveing Brook a blanket to remember me by, and leaving, from the back of the truck. I remember buckling into the back and the realization hitting me minutes later, as I watched the house fade from view. "Come back!" I whispered. I remember a single tear falling. And that was all, nothing else. I remember singing "see you again." Choking every sentence.

"NO DEPRESSING THOUGHTS '' I thought loudly to myself. After the weekend was the first day of middle school. I Remember being walked by Aunt Alisa, a short, brown haired lion maned woman, and mom the previous day, but I was still nervos. I argued with my mom, "I don't know the way completely though! Come on mom, please" long story short, my plees were unheard. I ended walking, defeeted, lip stuck out, to the bus stop. I managed to make it there after all, but, to my dismay, no one was there by the mailbox, on canyon road. I waited there for about ten minutes, every second filled with nervous pacing, when I decided to head home. I took a few wrong turns but it ended up fine. When I got home, I asked mom for a ride. I had missed the bus, I was so, how to put it...anxious?
URG! I broke my rule of always being happy on the first day! I laughed at myself. yup , definitely stressed That I'd been late to the first period. Well, once we got there (school) it too was a desolate cemetery! so we wondered what was going on. We (as in i[lol, mom...]) got out to ask one of the lone students what the crap was going on. "Am I early?" I wondered nervously when a boy replied, "yes you are early"
That was strange... My mom checked the schedule. On mondays it was..."late start on mondays, by Two hours" I groaned and banged my head on the air bag, (which could have turned out really bad) my mom was pretty chill about it, but, the fact was she was planning to leave me under the shade of a tree drawing, in the cold for the last of the two hours was the only reason why. To that proposal I definitely did not agree. She laughed like a mad lady then said, "fine, let's go to staples instead."
"Why Staples?" I laughed as I closed the door and sat down in the passenger seat. For forty five minutes, we went up and down the aisles till we found the planner aisle and found it really interesting. Well mom did anyway. We picked out a pink flowery planner about the size of a small milk carton, it could fit in my back jeans pocket. I would have preferred a purple and hot pink one, but they didn't have that, besides, it was better than the alternative...a grey and black one...ew. In the end we ended up buying a comic sketchbook, which i rarely use by the way, a normal big paged sketchbook, and a very fluffy pink diary, which helped a lot with remembering the details of this
Once we were done with that, we headed home, and I chillaxed for a while, then finally, my mom told me to try to take the bus again, but i was nervous as heck. I did it though, and on the way there, the neighbor girl, brielle, a thickly built girl my age with hay like hair, and one fact i would never admit about her out loud, i was totally jealous of her bust size. We walked the rest of the way there, and a third way through, she said, "I'm just glad you are not a Disco Girl."
"A disco...what?" I asked scratching behind my head, smiling sheepishly. she grimaced.
"Have you been living under a rock?"
I grew a little annoyed. What was that supposed to mean? I kind of wanted to try out my tie kwon doe on her... I grinned like nothing bothered me. "totaly!" I joked, concealing my...why was i angory anyway, calm down calm down, she was just joking... "a visco girl!... save the turtles, hydro flasks, scrunchys...none of this rings a bell?!"
"Nope!" I smiled.
Soon fakeing my chill became what I was actually feeling. Thank goodness too, she would have beat me in an instant at martial arts. She had a yellow belt while I took about five seconds of it.
She did her exhausted act for a while longer. But in the end, she was my first friend in Utah. (in technical terms)
Once I made it there at the school I was determined not to become a grumpy self hating idiot, like almost everyone else here. it seems fine on the outside, and every now and then there is a swear word yelled in the halls but i thought, "i can deal with it."
Sentimental middle school would soon live up to its name. Sorry. Centennial.