I walked through those doors with that horrible, anxious feeling in my stomach, with my boyfriend by my side. Even though I had him there, he's a junior, so I knew I was going to have to be a little more independent and responsible this year. As I walked down the hall, I looked around nervously at all the teenagers who had been through this before. When the bell rang, I had no idea what I was to do. I cried, on my very first day of a new school, and I was a loner in most of my classes. I'm shy, and won't talk to anyone unless they start up a conversation with me. Before long, I had already learned who was safe to talk to, and who I should avoid. As the year went on, I became more open. I talk to more people. I'm still shy, and sort of a loner in some classes. But that doesn't bother me much. I've had some pretty strange things happen at this school though. Take today, for example. My boyfriend, Matt, and I were having a normal lunch together. Pizza, french fries, milk. Yumm. A couple of girls sitting behind me catch my attention, so I turn around to see them screaming at each other. Since I didn't think much of it, I turned back around to only be surprised by a small food fight between the girls. Hot baked beans were slung all over me and my two friends. Of course, I got most of it, lucky me, since I was sitting right next to them. So here I am, standing in front of the whole lunch room, with a whole serving of baked beans in my hair. What a horrible day. My boyfriend walked me to the office so I could call my mom and have her pick me up. At least six people, whom I did not know, asked me if I was okay. I thought it was polite, the school even let Jacob sit out of class to wait on my mother with me. When I was called to the principal's office, he said, and I quote, "...and I assure you, I will not be throwing my food on Thanksgiving." Oh, the joy of a teenage life.
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