A whole different place, and a whole different world, it’s my
first day of High School. I realize when there are no adults to help me find my
why that I have to grow up; I have to become a teenager. I have to mature more,
I have to grow up, I have to think about my future. That’s all I kept thinking
of; I have to do this, I have to do that, I,
me, and only me.
I see no recognizable
faces, no help at all. I am truly alone and now I have to think, I have to make friends, I have to make
friends, I have to make friends. How do I start? I haven’t done this in
years. How did I ever make friends? This is impossible. Okay. So I can go with
the cool guy flow, or the little kid who needs help. Wait. Why don’t I just be
me?
His name was John. The first kid I ever made friends with. His
name was John, he was in my Homeroom class, he had black hair, glasses, and he
was Asian. We met on the third floor of the building. At first we both stood
there not knowing whether to say hi or wait till class started. Then he came up
to me.
“Hi”
“Hi!”
“My name is John. What’s your name?”
“Austin.”
“Is this your class” he said pointing to the closest blue
door.
“Yeah, is this yours too?”
“Yeah.”
That’s pretty much how our conversion went after that it was
just standing there thinking what of something else to talk about. As we stand
there waiting for the bell to ring I look down and spot each set of kids
laughing and talking to one another. They
must all know each other from somewhere I thought. They’re also not looking to make any more friends, so talking with them
wouldn’t help.
Finally the bell rings and we head into class, I chose the
seat next to the door. I chose this seat so that I can see who’s in my class,
and to be ready to run out if something happens. I sit there watching people
come in, girls, boys, and lost kids trying to find there class. We start off
class with the some old icebreakers and name games, which I don’t participate
in. Instead I’m thinking look at theses
kids there so tall! They all have no problem talking. Look at the walls,
there’s Japanese writing all over. She must be a Japanese teacher. Look at the
beautiful view of Honolulu. Look at how high up we are. Holy Crap!
At my previous school all the way down in Waianae I already
had friends. I didn’t have to worry; instead I was the one ignoring the new
kid. I was having all the fun. I knew everyone in that small little Charter
School, from 3rd graders I met in my Mentoring Class all the way to
the 9th graders. I was 8th grade and I was pretty
popular, but when my mom told about how far behind I was in education I was
stunned. I was ready to go to Moanalua High School or so I thought. I thought
the same funny guy, class clown would get me my friends, but not anymore
instead everyone though I was irritating which was worst.
The rest of the day was spent in that classroom, that boring
classroom that I had no friends in until break came, which I didn’t know what
to do then. I walked the whole third floor over and over and over again. Then I
remembered something, I do have someone to go to, my cousin. I went to the
closest classroom and borrowed the phone to call her since I didn’t have a
phone.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Hello?” She said
“Rave?”
“Yes?”
“Its Austin, Where are your?”
“I’m where we were supposed to meet up”
“Okay I’m on my way”
When I finished with the call the bell rang. Crap, Crap, Crap. I’ll just have to wait
till lunch.
Lunch had arrived and I walked out
of the class, down the stair where there were kids just like me; no friends, no
one they knew. Except I knew someone, and I was headed to her right now. I
reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the massive crowd all over campus. I
wasn’t used to so many kids, I was intimidated they looked like an army. People
were looking at me, staring, laughing, and talking about me. I ignored them as
best as I could as I made my way through Mene Square. I reached my destination
after what seemed hours finding my way through the massive army. I reached
there but no one was there. I looked around maybe
she was somewhere else. But where? I thought. Maybe she went to look for me. I got up to the second floor of the
building and looked from up there but I couldn’t spot any familiar faces. I
knew time was running out, I probably only had minutes to find her.
At the end of lunch I didn’t find
her. I was pissed. I walked myself back to my class. Through the now moving
army, up the stairs, and into my cage which was called my classroom.
The end of the day came and I was
exhausted, I jumped into the car and rode off. This day couldn’t have gotten any worse. I didn’t make any knew friends
except John. I walked around campus alone. And my cousin ditched me, and made
me look like a fool. Well, at least tomorrow will be another day, another day
to get tortured or stick my neck out there and make some friends. Which one?
