Bell rings it's the first day at school.
9th Grade........... Lost not sure where to go.
Finally I see a sign that has my name and next to it my homeroom
People approach the sign with a flourish.
The swam gets bigger as their curiosity increases to see who are in their homeroom.
I rush to homeroom of a fear of being late to class.
As I get their I see similar faces
I'm Ecstatic.
I missed my friends
I look around to see if I can spot more of them only to see
.............. nothing
Class bell rang as I go to first.
The day continues and I get an uneasy feeling walking through the school.
On and On this treacherous day continuos only to find relief in third.
I've always loved math but till the period came to a close this feeling appeared again.
The next bell rang as I headed for english I enter the room across the hall to find that this feeling grew stronger and powerful.
Through the doors and into a chair I find myself walking. I sat there in a daze wondering what this feeling could be.
I turn to look see nothing out of the ordinary.
The bell rings for a final time and I go home and hoped for that dream to appear again.