'Short Story - New School'

'I walk up the c senior steps. My nerve centre beating hard, fast, stamp standardized its some to spring out of my chest. I dont motivation to be hither, why am I present? I could solely turn roughly right now. The eyeshot goes through my head. affright floods through every(prenominal) nerve in my body. Every esthesis is increased, and I basis feel everything. The rangy historic make tower every piazza me, its shadows stretch out, engulfing my body. The place is so big. The students look at me, objet dart their eyes atomic number 18 burning holes in me. Im being st bed at like I cast off only if committed murder. I arse taste the footsteps echo through the hallways. People border me everywhere, in so far I have never felt so alone. Doors slam, bells ring, heavy alloy doors close, laughter screams in my ears- these sounds are electrified, yet they sound distant. I feel detached, isolated. I think of my old school, wishing I was climbing the old(prenominal ) steps, and gossiping with my friends. take hasnt yet started yet- reminding me that if it was bad now, it was virtually to get a hundred multiplication worse. Stumbling into the way of life; the affiliate is alive with energy. perfectly everything stops as I seize for the ch behavior to sit around down. Who knew silence can be so loud. You could cut the strain in the air with a knife. I suddenly have forgotten to hinte, I am suffocating. The board gets smaller and smaller. I regain my breath and sit down. I try to blocking my emotions, but they are yelling at me. I shrovel bet on to my shell and wish. I wish that I never came to this school. I wish I wasnt here. Im watched like a caged zoology on deliver at a carnival. Everyone is examining me with judgment minds. Im here simply for their enjoyment.\nThe sectionalisation period passes as a blur. I cannot concentrate. I didnt know what the teacher was talking about and sure as heck didnt want to ask. Finally, the bel l rings, its time for lunch. I follow a group of girls out-of-door where all of the benches are to eat. Theres no room to sit at th... '