Foreign Environment Surrounded Me : A New World

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

Stomping my feet on the ground to keep my blood flowing, I folded my arms to fight the air stinging my face. I just wanted this day, like any other day, to be over with as quick as possible. The hood of my jacket covered my eyes, and when I looked up, it came to my surprise that five kids had circled around me, with huge grins on their faces, bearing their teeth at me like a pack of wolves to a helpless rabbit. I wanted to disappear and be someone else, anyone else. I wanted to be that fat kid on the bench eating potato chips without a care in the world, or to be in the shoes of that one girl in the corner reading some book for homework, but not here, not in these old worn out sneakers.

Walking into the classroom, something just didn't seem right. The lights were out, blinds closed, and only one shadowy figure sat at the teacher’s desk. Just by the shape of the figure I could tell it wasn’t my teacher. A chill swept through the room making the hairs on my neck stand up. I began to sweat and my hands shook. I stood, staring at the shadow at the front of the room. I finally built up enough courage to mutter out “Who are you?” The figure then spoke with a deep, threatening voice “I think you know who I am!” This was true, I had met the figure a few years ago. I tried to escape the past, but it caught up to me. “How did the school let you in?” I asked. “Do you really think that I would come in here with permission?

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

I woke up the following morning and glanced outside my foggy window. I closed my eyes the sound of rain began to slam on the roof. I dragged myself out of bed knowing what this morning had in store. Today I had to say goodbye to Sam. I lathargically brushed my teeth and got dressed subconsciously, in a daze. When I walked downstairs, I heard my dad ask, “How are you feeling kid?”

​The morning was bright and the scorching Texas sun beamed down against my face as I stood frozen, my legs halted by the utter terror of entering this massive middle school and my heart broken by the fact that I recognized no familiar faces amongst the sea of students entering through the front door. The ones that I had fought with, grown with, and ultimately learned to love, the girls and boys that I had seen each and every school day since kindergarten were now five hundred miles away while I was alone, left here to conquer this unknown world on my own.

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

I went back to school that next day, in hopes that I would stay true to what I realized about myself, the night before. However, I was wrong. As soon as I walked into the classroom, the feeling of fear and humiliation wash over me like a tidal wave. I had caught sight of a group of girls, my ex-best friend included, staring at me, snickering to themselves. However, I remembered my mother’s wise words that she informed me and for a brief moment, I kept my head held high as I walked past them and into one of the lonely desks in the corner of the

It was a frigid October morning as I got into the bus. I sat next to the humble girl from my Language Arts class and pulled out my agenda that was smeared with Sharpie from when it used to say Margaret Harris, 8th grade. It was a normal school day until I looked out the window and saw a man that appeared to be looking straight at me from a far distance, and then the whispers started. Until that day the whispers were just chaotic, jumbles of words that I could never comprehend, but today was different. The whispers grew loud in my head as I stared at the man and just one word repeated in my head…… until.

Now here, I never thought I would go back to a school again. The day before yesterday, I had visited some school by the name of North Quincy High School, where they said they was reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn for ages. They said they knowed my by the way I talked — I felt so known, I most wished I was dead alright. In the school, I heard them students wanted to tell about something that’s on their minds and can’t make themselves understood. When I walked into the school, I met with two guards or something. They was a yell at me about being late and all. Since I had gone to school all the time, I disremembered how boring them classes were.

“Get up you lazy kid before I make you sleep till next week” yelled my mom at me from the living room. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my eyes which were as red as lobsters from staying up so late. It was the middle of summer and going to sleep at two in the morning while waking up at twelve in the afternoon was regular for me. I screamed back “let me sleep you old hag” in my head because in reality I just said “Yes ma'am.” I got up and looked into the tall mirror that I never got to hanging up on the wall, I looked pale and my eyes looked bloodshot, my dark hair was messy and stood up from the back. After being a bit disgusted by my own reflection I decided to go shower and tidy up. After I got out I dressed in jeans and a black shirt with black boots. I stepped out into the hall to see why my mom was fussing at me yet I wish I hadn’t.

I was your typical girl growing up that played with Disney princesses, loved pastel pink, and pranced around the house singing nursery rhymes at dawn. I would wake up every morning with a smile on my face and tell everyone and everything how much I loved them from my parents to my mini pink Barbie sofa that I adored. The world was beautiful and lovely, until I was thirteen years old. I was walking down the crowded and filthy streets of Times Square to a lavish five star hotel that rested on the corner of 45th and Broadway. I walked past the doorman whose hair was white as snow to the elevator to go up to the 18th floor. I stepped inside of the elevator and clicked the circular yellow button which lit up with the touch of my finger. The

The warmth of the fire consumed me as I sipped my hot chocolate. I glanced at my best friend Avery laughing at someone that I couldn’t quite make out. Suddenly, I heard glass shatter. I quickly sat up in my bed sighing as I looked at myself in the mirror. I felt the cold tear running down my cheek. I rolled out of bed and looked out at the grey clouds, hiding what could have been a sunny day. I looked down at my smokey black boots as I walked down the steep, marble staircase. I unobtrusively pulled back my hair hoping my father wouldn’t notice I was awake. I crept over to the door, slowly turned the knob and walked out the door. Chills ran down my spine every time I turned back hoping that I wouldn’t see the shaggy figure standing behind me. My walk turned into a sprint when the yellow bus pulled up. My frown faded into a grand smile when I saw everyone’s attention turn towards me. I walked over, I felt myself change. I went from being uneasy, scared and tense to being the bubbly, intelligent girl that everyone thought I was.

As I’m standing up to get ready for school, I remember the alcohol in the garage refrigerator and I’m starting to get excited for today. I quietly run upstairs, I unlock the door CLICK goes the lock on the door. I stand there listening for the footsteps, waiting for the angry screaming, I’m facing a lot lately. Gosh, I just can't stop making bad decisions. At least they haven't caught me drinking yet. Hmm, I don't hear anything. I open the door and feel the cold air against my face, it's almost as cold as my heart, I slowly put my casted foot down on the step and instantly feel the shooting pain in my ankle.