Entering a whole other world was confusing. I had been homeschooled for six years and had never been into “the real world”, and had already been declined into a school.

   Then when I had been accepted into Meyerland, my hopes had soared.

  “Congratulations! Good job!” excitedly yelled my Dad.

  “You’ve earned it!” whispered my Mom.

  As I skipped across my house, incredulously, I waited for school to start in one month.

  The day before school was to start my Dad asked, “You can still stay here, if you want. Or would you want to go to school?”

  I thought about it for a little bit, and decided:

  “I want to stay here.”

  My mother, a teacher who wanted me in school overheard and decided, “You can’t! Go to school for one day and see how you like it, at least!”

  Thus, my first day of school had begun.

When I entered the school, it glowed with tons of people cluttering around, and I felt just like an ant in a mound.

The start was confusing, but I eventually went to my class. I stayed shy, but began to talk to some people who seemed nice. Then a week later, a couple of eighth graders hurt a kid, and then pretended to be his friend. Of course it was obvious they weren’t friends, but I didn’t really want to butt in and get hurt, so I stayed away from the situation.

  A week later, once again, I saw two bullies. Coming straight for me I stayed put, ignoring them.

  “Hey, you,” rasped one of them.

  “Yeah?”

  “I need some money, can I borrow five dollars?”

  “ I don’t have any” I lied.

  “We’ll talk later than,”

  Since I was in the gym locker I took off my clothes to put my gym clothes on, but the ten dollar bill in my pocket mysteriously came out of my wallet and onto the floor. I didn’t notice this happen because of my distraction to change my clothes, and the ten dollar bill was hidden under the grey benches. The eighth grader was right next to me, watching that ten dollar bill suspiciously.

I never realized the bill was taken by him, but when I check my wallet a minute later, saw it was missing, and the two 8th graders were snickering about something, I knew or didn't know about, I checked the area around quickly, while my panicked eyes wandered miserably.

  I then assumed that the eighth graders had taken it, and so I talked to a coach about the incident. As my shaky, and sweaty body stood in place, I guessed that the eighth graders would lie, and as I saw them coming towards me, sulking with the coach behind, I looked eager to gain the money.

  “These the boys?” asked coach Snook.

  “Yes,” I mumbled.

  “Did you steal this boy’s money?

  “No,” sniggered the jet black haired boy.

  “What’s funny, than”

  “Nothing!” exclaimed the boy in a high pitched voice.

  “So it would be ok to search you?” Said coach Snook as if methodically.

  “Well, it doesn’t really matter to me,” sadly told the boy.

  Coach Snook then took the boy in his office and searched for the money. Nothing was found so I immediately felt sad, and shamed. I guessed it was the blond, skinny eighth grader, but didn’t tell the coach, because he might not have had the money either, and I already felt guilty.

  In the end, I won, because I wouldn’t deal with them again and of them was eventually expelled for reasons I don’t know but I lost because I never saw that ten dollar bill again.