Walking into a new
school is frightening. I’ve moved eight times since I was six, but Dad said
this would be the last time for sure. I’m hopeful, but I never keep my hopes
too high.
The first day went
well, I even started to talk to some of the other girls. They all seem nice,
everyone does for the most part, but it’s high school, people aren’t always
what they seem.
After talking to my
parents and the girls who I came to befriend at school, I invited them to spend
the night at my house. During lunch I gave them all the details of where I
lived. One of the girls seemed hesitant though, and I don’t know why. It was
the first time she was acting strange around me. I hope it wasn’t something I
did or said.
So now it’s Friday
night, and they should be here in about 30 minutes. I’m excited but nervous; my
parents can be freaks sometimes.
“Hey guys! What’s up?”