“Have fun on your first day” 

She said

“Meet new friends and have fun!” 

She said

Here I stand, bloodied hand and knee from a rock that disliked my shoe choice that day, I look as though a zombie had bitten my hand and got a little chunk out. 

Everyone saw that; me flying through the air like a cross-eyed bird just to land as if I didn’t

know how to, then getting up and acting like nothing happened by brushing it off and laughing.

As I walk to my bus, I avoid raising my head; as my fellow peers stare at me as if I had just won the prize for best actress. I start to feel my hand crying out in pain as blood like tears flow out of my skin. 

On the bus ride home I get questioned, looked at and weird people trying to touch my new wound as if it was a dissection in science class.

Finally, the bus comes to a stop; I can’t wait to get inside, away from this attention! 

I start walking home, and in the distance I see my mom with her phone, talking to it; but it’s pointed at me as if laughing at my injury. 

Halfway; tears prick my eyes

Almost there; sobs leave my mouth

I start to run into the house past my mom as she follows, putting her phone away and asking; “What's wrong?” 

Which to I answered;

“This whole first day”