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I walk quietly through my unfamiliar surroundings, trying to figure out where classroom 817 is. I give up, and ask a teacher, my voice no more than a whisper. She points me in a direction, I thank her and walk off. I check the number outside of the door, and stumble into the room. This wasn't my life last year. This wasn't even close.
Last year, before we moved, I was happy with my position. I couldn't walk down the hallway without someone saying hi to me. I wasn't the most popular, yet I had many friends. I had people to clap for me when it was my turn to present my project, people to sit with at lunch.
And now, I'm nobody, a stranger. I walk through the hallway, unnoticed. Everyone already has their groups, has their friends, and I'm not included. Maybe, if we had moved in the middle of the year, I would at least have the title, 'the new girl', but now, I don't even have that. People don't even realize I wasn't here last year.
I wander into the cafeteria, and sit in an empty table. I feel like I hit a reset button, and now I'm back to my 5th grade year when I was 'the new girl' who'd started in the middle of the year. Shy, quiet, alone, confused. I've restarted. All that I'd worked for last year was washed away. I hate this. I hate sitting through my lunches not being able to talk with my best friend. I hate not having anyone to chat with between classes. I hate it.
Maybe this year will turn out okay. Maybe by the end of this year, I will have friends. Maybe my 7th grade year will turn out to be my favorite.
Only time will tell.
Yayapie
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