The
tall, dark-haired girl approached the two-story building with trepidation and
excitement. Her whole world had
changed or seemed to change in just a few short summer months. Now here she was, a freshman in high
school.
The
building that had seemed so ordinary in the summer when she registered was now
filled with mystery, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. The seniors scared her the most. Would her brother tease her in front of
his friends or would she be able to pass through the senior hall unnoticed and
unscathed.
She
straightened the carefully chosen skirt and shirt, checked her hair and walked
to the front door. Clutching her
violin in one hand and her backpack slung over her shoulder she opened the door
and stepped inside. The sounds of
students filled the air with laughter, screaming, talking and groaning. She paused at the entrance to the
senior hall, and then taking a deep breath she quickly made her way through the
jostling bodies. “Past the first
steps and up the second.” She
thought to herself.
Trying
hard to ignore the few catcalls sent her way she made it to the second set of
stairs and began the climb. All
she had to do was make it to the top of the first flight and then around the
corner and she was home free.
“Made it.” She thought with
relief as she reached the top step, but then something in the universe went
horribly wrong.
As
she took the last step her other foot slipped and down she fell. She only slid four or five steps but
her backpack fell all the way to the bottom and she cringed with each twang as
her violin bounced down the fated steps to the feet of four senior boys.
Silence. All eyes turned to where she lay
sprawled on the steps. She
quickly got up, ran down the steps to collect her backpack and violin. Then the snickers started. Her face turned red. She wanted to sink into the ground.
“Hey
there, Grace.” She heard someone
call. A few others laughed. She was completely humiliated on the
first day of school. When she
retrieved her things she ran up the stairs and around the corner with tears
brimming in her eyes. She hadn’t
even noticed the pain in her arm and side until now.
When
she reached her locker she opened it, shoved her backpack inside and sat on the
ground tears falling down her cheeks.
She brushed them aside and opened her violin case to survey the
damage. All of the strings had
popped out of tune, but luckily nothing had broken. She sighed.
Then she felt a hand on her shoulder
“Are
you okay, Melanie?” It was her
friend Jenny.
“Yes,
I’m okay. Thanks” Melanie replied
with a pathetic smile. “Just
embarrassed.” The bell rang.
“Well, I gotta get to class.”
Melanie said and picked up the violin and her books and made her way
back down the stairs.
Several
seniors shouted “Hey Grace” or “Hey, there’s Grace” as she walked through the
halls. When she reached the
orchestra classroom she tried to sneak inside to a back chair, but as soon as
she appeared through the door the room erupted in applause. Several seniors shouted “Go Grace”
while others laughed and called “have a nice trip, see you next fall.”
“News spreads fast.” She thought.
Looking
around at her classmates and the laughter in their eyes she finally cracked a
smile and laughed. It was pretty
funny to think about. She had made
quite an entrance for her first day of high school. It was a day she would laugh about, but never forget.
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