The sound of the bike's soft vibrating tires against the gravel, hummed in my ears as I rode on the silent street. It was peaceful, yet eerie to be alone for the very first time. I just moved here with my family and school was just around the corner. Literally. School was the last thing on my mind, truly it was. All I was thinking about was getting comfortable in my new home and learning more about the area. My long fur like blonde quills blew behind me as I sped down the hill, observing more of the interesting environment.
I smiled as I could see beautiful flowers growing on the side of the dusty little path, which were all clumped together like a big colorful cotton ball. I thought about seeing the students that would be my peers for the next four years. Starting in a new high school wasn't something I wanted, but judgment came from my parents. Most of the decision was because my old house had so many problems in the system. Another reason,was that we wanted to get in a more open area, which led us to a beautiful white house on a few acres of land,not far from the school I would go to. I wanted to move anyway, but not at this time...Summer has just ended, and I was nervous about meeting the other mobians. "I bet they all grew up together in middle school..."
I whispered wearily. Making friends wasn't a challenge for me, it was meeting the right people which made things more difficult. My mother told me many times, "Oh Rosalina, you'll make so many friends! You'll feel at home in just a matter of days." But still, I am not convinced. My name is Rosalina Jade and I am fifteen years old. I have bright sapphire eyes and honey gold long quills. Tomorrow will be the first day of school...high school. So many fears and worries ran through my head as the reminder screamed at me, only due to the fact that I would be one of the new kids; Being the new kid in my opinion? Has trouble written all over it.
Sometimes I believe I am just over exaggerating, but I remember how other students were treated at my old school. 'Look at there clothes!' 'What do you think?' 'I heard...' So many opinions and answers spread around like a bad virus, making it hard for them to feel comfortable. I'm not saying that all people are bad, but there just always seems to be a dictator in a group. Or a little jerk who wont stop picking on the small guy...What if they would make fun of how I dressed? I mean, my dark blue jeans and nice white flats with a bright summer top was my outfit for tomorrow, I just hope they aren't too critical. I shook my head as I stopped in front of the school that was to be called mine by tomorrow morning. "East Mobius High." I muttered. Large concrete lettering above the entrance announced the dignity of itself, as I looked to its features. Butterflies and delicate red roses were nestled in the corners of the outer wall. The white tall pillars and the beautiful landscape was just so welcoming to me, I just hope the others are just the same way. Turning myself around on my bike, I gave one last look to the large building. "Maybe mom is right, things will be okay...I hope." Giving a good push off down, I was gone. Only to leave a light cloud of dust behind my tracks.
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