I stepped out the door and breathed in the fresh, September air. The leaves were just starting to fall off the tree. My new bag, that was just big enough for school, fell down just below my waist, with my new pencil case and folder in. My new clothes were immaculate, right the way down to the plain black ankle sock I wore on my feet. If you looked at me from a passing car, I suppose I would look like the regular teen, cool, calm and ready for another school year. However, on the inside I was shaking, trembling, just waiting for myself to break down, crying. So much had changed over the summer, Taylor and Zac had been distancing themselves from me, and I dont even know why. Who are Zac and Taylor you might ask? Zac is my dad, and Taylor is my mum. I didnt choose to call them Zac and Taylor, I was fine with calling them mum and dad just like everybody elsebut they refused to answering to Mum and Dad, instead preferring that I call them by their first names, to make us feel more like friends. Who could have their mum and dad as friends!? And why would either side want to be friends anyway. Imagine me sighing and rolling my eyes, thats how I feel whenever I think of Zac and Taylor. Just another example of how weird my family is.I rounded the corner, and the school was in my sights. Suddenly, breathing became difficult for me. Why was this so hard for me? All I had to do was to walk through the gates, last 8 [gulp] periods of school, and then come home. And do that for 2 years at this new school. YeahI ran behind a bush by the side of the road to puke my guts up before I walked into school, that would be an embarrassing start to the year. I took a couple of deep breaths, a sip from my water bottle, and I was the confident girl that everyone had seen walking down the street again. I walked into the school gates, the noise here was unbearable. Even from the front gates you could hear the younger ones, the 12 year olds, running around screaming, obviously their first day at secondary school. You could see the older ones smoking behind the bike-sheds. I steadied myself, looked around one last time at hell, and stepped inside the door.A number of teachers were standing at desks in the hallway, beckoning new year 7s towards them. I went towards one of the desks, following a medium heighten guy with dark brown curly hair. He turned away, and I walked up to one of the teachers. "Hey Im Selena, Im new here. Umm" I didnt know what else to say that I feel like a complete loner? That I AM a complete loner? The teacher looked at me strangely, and I sighed inwardly. Clearly this was going no where The teachers face brightened, as she finally realised who I was.