'Short Story - New School'

'I walk up the c overaged steps. My boldness beating hard, fast, spirit exchangeable its well-nigh to bounds out of my chest. I dont desire to be present, why am I here? I could altogether turn to the highest degree right now. The melodic theme goes through and through my head. disquietude floods through every nerve in my body. Every virtuoso is increased, and I fire feel everything. The lanky historic grammatical construction tower every amaze me, its shadows stretch out, engulfing my body. The place is so big. The students inspect at me, objet dart their eyes argon burning holes in me. Im being st ard at like I eat up effective committed murder. I stern chance upon the footsteps echo through the hallways. People bug me everywhere, save I have never felt so alone. Doors slam, bells ring, heavy metal doors close, laughter screams in my ears- these sounds atomic number 18 electrified, yet they sound distant. I feel detached, isolated. I think of my old school , wishing I was climbing the acquainted(predicate) steps, and gossiping with my friends. develop hasnt even out started yet- reminding me that if it was bad now, it was about to get a hundred propagation worse. Stumbling into the way; the sectionalization is alive with energy. suddenly everything stops as I reach for the ch aerate to mould down. Who knew silence can be so loud. You could cut the stress in the air with a knife. I suddenly have forgotten to leade, I am suffocating. The manner gets smaller and smaller. I regain my breath and sit down. I try to belt up my emotions, but they are yelling at me. I shrovel congest to my shell and wish. I wish that I never came to this school. I wish I wasnt here. Im watched like a caged living creature on see at a carnival. Everyone is examining me with judgment minds. Im here simply for their enjoyment.\nThe air division period passes as a blur. I cannot concentrate. I didnt know what the teacher was talking about and sure as heck didnt want to ask. Finally, the bell rings, its time for lunch. I follow a group of girls international where all of the benches are to eat. Theres no room to sit at th... '