My First Day Of School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

She turns her head looking right at me, her face becomes bright red, just as red as the roses I had on the counter. Her eyes become bigger than a golf ball, and she sprints right at me. But before I can process what just happened, her face is a foot from mine.

I woke up for school my first day my mom took me, I walked into the office to meet my new principal. I

I went ahead to the honors lounge thinking you would stop by and maybe I would be able to catch you there and after waiting a few minutes I knew I blew my chance to talk to you. I just couldn’t get over that, imagining what I could’ve done differently. After the party I ran into Stephanie and I asked her about you when I was able to get your name from her which is how I started following you. Now, at least having some form of starting a conversation with you I felt a little better about having a chance to get to know you. A few days later I never expected a random Instagram message, especially someone who was on my mind. I can’t explain to you the internal happiness that I got that it was from you, but then realized that maybe she just need something for the honors college and was less about just me which I was okay

“Sorry, I can’t leave my brother home alone. My dad is gonna be working late tonight. Maybe another time.”

The girl sees me staring at her and my face must’ve shown I was studying her, because she suddenly turns away.

“I told you no already, just go inside and stay with your Dad. I’m going to the store to get emergency supplies for the hurricane. When I come back, I hope you thought about your attitude towards me.”

I watched as she walked up and opened the main door, but before she got the chance to step inside I asked, “So I don’t get an invitation to come up?” Depending on here response, I can either actually go up and have some fun or play it off as a joke.

I open the door and she just pops up in front of me. She spoke in a childish voice to just like me.

I get out of the car, heading to the cafe by the Mass hall. It was a short walk so I was soon strolling in to see her sitting in the corner, sipping a smoothie. She was glancing at everyone in there, making sure they don’t watch her. Every time she takes a sip she looks around, and soon she catches me. She freezes, furrowing her eyebrows as I watch her.

At school I was taken to the principal's office to tour the school and I had been presented to the gym and that is where I found was a girl who loved to play basketball well I thought because she was in it with the game.Then, Mrs.McNair told me, “Sweetie the next tryout is November 7th,so if want to tryout just come by my office to pick up a form.” she assured. Later that day, a girl bumped into to to me and told me to sit by her at lunch so we could learn more about each other.

“I know Nana, but that mess is home, I can't help that my father is an abusive prick and my mother just doesn't want to get involved. I haven't left yet and I'm not going to now.”

“I heard what you said before, I wanted to talk to you away from the brothers. I could never hate you sweetheart. I hate myself for what I said to you the morning you left.”

“I know you are mad, but you really did need help. I know this isn’t how you wanted it but-”

It was a good day, I stood in front of the door so I could be picked up by my mom. There was a kid, James, he was much taller than me at the time, most people were taller than me, but I didn’t mind. James came down the hallway and was staring straight at me with a devilish look in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I was holding a couple of picture books that we had to bring that day, I really enjoyed reading them. He was approaching me, I didn’t think anything of it, all I was doing was minding my own business. He stood in front of me with his back straight and he was staring into me, like he was establishing dominance, like a lion in the jungle. In one quick motion he snatched all of my picture books straight out of my hands, I stood there speechless, I hated confrontation. Then he held those books over me to the point where I couldn't reach them. I jumped and jumped but I couldn’t reach those books, I repeatedly said “Give them back!” and he responded with “Just take them then”, he knew I couldn’t.. By then a teacher saw us and reclaimed my books from James, but I was already in tears. I spent the rest of the day sobbing and trying to understand how someone could be so heartless.