Thrust. Thrust into the doors of her new school. Thrust into becoming a misfit at yet another school. Thrust into the big apple.
As I walk into the doors of my new school, the hallways seem to gleam with a hint of mysteriousness. I know the first day will be the worst, and I know I will be a misfit here. I think twice about my outfit - cut-off jean shorts with a black tank-top and plaid shirt. As I take my first step, my black combat boots stick to the floor, grounding me. I take a deep breath and feel for my necklace. I can do this.
A bell shrills, and I cover my ears as hundreds of high schoolers come pouring through the doors. I walk faster towards the front office to get my schedule and bump into two jocks on my way . Smiling, they tell me where the office is and introduce themselves as Andy and Devon. They make me feel like I have a sense of security. But they're jocks. And I am me. So I keep walking.