My Light, My Only Hope

I was a little apprehensive a

far back as I can remember, the first days of school—back to school—or t

, others, if they were new people, went to

ation, or to whom no one came because I was too weird, so of course the first d

tainly be waiting for me to do it. I would have to suffer the embarrassment of "Oh, she's silent," and if I still suffered the "it's a mo

and dread of a new beginning had become monotonous, but I was w

ant to force friendships, but unlike the past, I will try to leave this part of my life optional—

but I can do it; I have t

city's rich go there, that is to say, the level. No, it is because of the level of education; unlike my old high school, where everyone mixed from the dullest to the

ble waking up because of my nervousness, and it was my perky sister who came to wake me up before I got really late. It would be very badly seen that for a first day I arrive late. I could see that despite her excitement, my sister was also dreading this new experience as much as I was, whereas to gray her hair for nothing, it was better to be optimistic and focus only on the positive aspects. Everything would be fine, and I would definitely finally live like a teenager at my age. While my sister is going to prepare my lunch, I am going to wash up quickly before returning as soon as time allows. I hear my sister screaming in the kitchen that I have to hurry as I open my closet and look for my new uniform—a white shirt with a green checkered skirt—which is rather academic as a uniform; it looks rather chic unlike my old one in

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ke me to find myself begging for a pen from my neighbor, who didn't even understand a single sign of my language when I asked him to lend me his. No, this day has to be perfect. I go out reassured that I have taken everything,

cially since I will have to find out about my class, and I don't want

t me as I sit down at the

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look on my sister's face. I give her a reass

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already so late. Luckily, I planned it and made you

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e-green scarf and takes my ha

t I hold it back. She's doing to

my sister hails a

M from the driver's dashboard, which broadcasts a nice melody

must have felt that I was tense, an

students entering in a disciplined manner. There's no shouting or i