It was going to be my first day at Rainbow Middle School. I know. It sounds like a name for a preschool. Everyone else was coming back from winter break, but I was going to be new in this school. We were planning on going to Hawaii for the sixth time, but we ended up spending the week moving into our new house.
“Time to go!” my mom called and I snatched my backpack and hustled outside into the car.
On my way there, I made sure I had my schedule memorized and knew where all my classes were to avoid any disastrous scenarios. We also visited the school the previous day to get familiar with it. The campus was smaller than my old school. It was painted in a hideous fire engine red, and to my disappointment, all the buildings had a single floor. How boring.
A blast of cold morning air hit my face as I exited the heated car. I glanced around and noticed that kids were clustered around in the hallways with their friends, whispering and giggling. Not knowing anyone and having nowhere to go, I decided to just wait outside my first-period class until the bell rang.
I stood outside Mrs. Everett’s classroom, mindlessly playing Wordscapes on my phone, when I glanced back to find someone looking over my shoulder. She was tall, with large eyes, and super frizzy bronze hair that was swept back into a high ponytail.
“Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before. Anyway, I absolutely love the game Wordscapes! It’s one of my favorite games, only after the game Rider of course. You should try it out! Oh yeah, by the way, I’m Macy!” the girl exclaimed all in one breath.
I was about to answer when the bell cut me off. I watched her bounce away, wondering if I should have talked to her. Timidly, I entered the classroom to find that I was the first one there. Mrs. Everett smiled and beckoned me over at a seat off on the side of the room. Once everyone came in and sat down, Mrs. Everett called me up to the front of the room and introduced me to to the class.
As I scanned their faces, I noticed that they looked disinterested and bored and couldn’t seem to care less. Oh well. I plopped back into my seat and listened to her drone on about Rome for the rest of the class. The second and third period were about the same, and I just tried to blend in and draw the least attention as possible.
The lunch bell rang and I exited the classroom, checking my backpack for my lunch which was some leftover pasta from The Cheesecake Factory. Thankfully I remembered to bring it because I forgot my lunch on the first day of school in 4th grade. This school didn’t have a cafeteria, so the lunch tables were outside. The tables were a miscellaneous jumble of colors, and it looked like someone barfed up a rainbow.
Scanning the lunch tables trying not to look lost, I nervously wondered where I should sit. I debated on whether I should find the girl from the morning when I spotted her approaching me.
“Hey. If you want, you can come sit with us,” Macy offered as she beckoned to a hot pink table near the classrooms.
Relieved, I glanced over where she was pointing and awkwardly followed her over. My shoelace decided to come undone at the worst possible moment. Tripping, I bumped into Macy, and dropped my lunchbox. I mumbled a sorry and humiliated, picked up my take out box. Of course, I had to ruin everything. With my head low, I nibbled away at my lunch.
To my surprise, the girls at the table started comforting me and telling me it was okay. It made me feel a bit less embarrassed, but I still couldn’t wait until the day was over. When the final bell rang, I rushed to the drop off zone, to find that my mom was not here early like she’d promised. The girls that I sat with at lunch took this opportunity to catch me up on all the latest school news, like how the volleyball team sucks. I tried to be polite but kept on glancing over at the drop off zone for Mom’s familiar white Tesla.
When she finally rolled in, I blurted a rushed goodbye and opened the car door to be greeted by the sharp new car smell and the smiling curious face of my mom.