Thread:Yisroel1/@comment-38029853-20190710014031/@comment-35776050-20190712153056

You are NOT a terrible writer!

But here's what i got (250 words):

Fear.

That’s the only word I could comprehend as I stepped closer and closer to that building. That big, scary building. The one that would end up being a third home for me over the next four years. (The second home being Miranda’s house.)

But I couldn’t bring myself to step in.

Once I entered, there was no turning back. My childhood would officially be behind me. Middle school will become a distant memory. I’m not ready for this.

But I couldn’t bring myself to step away either.

There will be so many memories to be made in that building. So many new people to meet, and so many new friends to make. It’s exciting. Yet terrifying at the same time.

I don’t know what to think.

It would be easier if Miranda were here at my side. But she was busy living it up in that fancy new preppy school in the city. So for now, the only hand I’m gripping is my mom’s.

“You’ll be okay,” She whispers in my ear. “You got this.”

I nodded, still unconvinced. I don’t got this. I can’t do this. I’m not ready for the new life that awaits me behind those doors.

I’m not ready to forget middle school. I’m not ready to make new friends. I’m not ready to leave everything else behind.

But maybe I don’t have to.

I can still stay in touch with Miranda, Lisa, and all my other friends. Having new friends doesn’t mean I have to drop the old ones.

And who knows? Maybe high school will be just like middle school. Maybe even better.

Energized with these new realizations and more, I shook myself free from my mom’s hold, tightened my brand-new backpack, and walked in.