I walk into the new school actually feeling confident with the way I look. Black skinny jeans, hot pink tee shirt, and black converse. I go to my locker to put some of my books away. I try to unlock it. It doesn't work. My eyes begin bouncing around in different directions. I try to unlock it again. It doesn't work. My heart is racing fast.

"Hey," someone says coming up to me. Maybe they can help. "Look at this loser. She can't even figure out how to open a locker!"

Every one in the hallway starts laughing at me. I sheepishly smile trying to think of a good comeback; but it's no use. I walk away from them and to my first class with my head down. I'm the first one in here, not even the teacher is here. I take a seat and pull out my algebra book. I smash my forehead onto the book. I want to start crying but that'll only make things worse.

"Oh...Hello..." A young man says walking in. "I'm Mr. Young." Dang, I would never have guessed.

"Sorry," I say. "I just had to escape."

"You don't need to apalogize." He speaks with a slight Irish accent. "I was in high school once before you know. And I'm not going to lie to you, it was Hell. But try to make this day a good one alright? You can never get your first day back again"

The bell rings and it's finally time for lunch. I wait in line, and put a bunch of food on my plate. I am really hungry today. I stress eat. And right now I am nothing but stressed.

I find a table nest the back of the cafeteria that no one else is sitting at. The same girl who called me a loser in the hallway comes up near me. She whispers in my ear. "You might want to lay off those carbs. Your skinny jeans aren't looking very skinny on you."

"Unlike you, I don't care what people think." I say.

"Oh really?" She picks up my tray and dumps all my food on my head. "Still don't care what people think?"

I fight back tears as I leave the cafeteria to go to the bathroom. I hide myself in one of the stalls until the bell rings.

After school is over I go home. "How was your first day of school, Em?" Dad says.

Terrible. "It was great! I think I'm really going to like this year." I give him an honest smile then walk into my room. I close my door and breathe out slowly. "One bad day," I whisper to myself. "Tomorrow will be better."