Eight O’clock

May 23, 2009
It’s the first day of freshman year,
the bus picks me up and I have
no one to sit next to.
I get off the bus and walk across
the high school campus,
pretending to feel calm, even thought inside I feel my veins dilute and my stomach churns.
I go inside the building, pushed
around by tall upperclassmen, then,
me just carrying around a blue Jansport book bag carelessly clueless and naive.
I scan my new school ID card and smell the air of school breakfast- bagels and cream cheese.
I climb up the stairs, breathe deeply and look at my watch-
Eight O’clock,
Time for my faith to shine.

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