Off to school, and I feel a new presence in the air. I’m dropped off at the school with stares from every direction all on me. After the week goes by the hard looks lift off my back. New teens are met, but no one willing to give a number or start talking to me. There are weird ways of greeting me when the teacher introduces me to the class.

I’ve settled in, but I’m missing something. I roam the hallways and see the same thing over and over. Immaturity and hardly anyone with similar feelings like me. In this world it’s hard to find the best hotel and be comfortable in it knowing you’re far from home. Every now and then I’ll get a “Hi” here and rarely a “Hey Alex”, but they don’t say it to be nice. They do it to show that they know everyone in the school. You can tell when you replay back, and they only listen to the popular teens around.

Friends only show up five times a day to lift up spirits, but once for every hour. Instead of others talking about the same thing they talk about the simple and more things than the same thing over and over again.

At the lunch table the teens only talk about the same things over and over. Others are themselves, but learned about many things in the future to fast. I sit with the people that feel my pain. Everyone so says that someone has taken theirs, so I feel alone, but the people I’m with don’t show it as much as others which is fine by me; Its fine to talk about it here and then, but they know there’s a limit, but keep driving knowing they passed a cop car.

Few more months go by, and I see teens putting on masks to disguise themselves from others that talk about personal businesses. Even to teachers over and over to cover up what they have done in life. They do it to me all the time to me in the hallways, but that’s not what bothers me, the fact they lie when I call them out does.

I go for a stroll around the school from time to time to pass time. I have glanced at others making out here and there, yet don’t see love, or a reason to do so other than to make others jealous because of an incident they did to them.

Every day I see a new person that talks about it. It’s just not what I’d expect from a new school. Like a disease that conquered everyone in weeks tops. It won’t work on me till years from now. Hopefully they’ll realize before it’s too late and they know what they’re doing.

The end of the year is met and nothing’s changed since then. Everyone is signing yearbooks; well I don’t have many people to ask for a signature, or even a phone number. I know though that in the high school people are there being themselves, and not what I’ve seen this year. Like me I have something I can talk to kids, and they’ll understand.