Lonely. Alone. Isolated. I dropped off the face of the earth. My friends moved away, others refused to talk to me. I didn’t help myself either though. I didn’t talk to anyone. I didn’t put effort in. I was shy and awkward around anyone new. I hated everything about this year. I hated myself. I knew when I started high school that things were going to change and be different but I never knew that they would be this different. The first day I walked in that building was the beginning of the end. I didn’t know anyone and no one knew me. I was an alien on a new planet, lost and confused. I went to my classes and talked to my only friend. At first, I figured all other freshmen felt this way. But my classmates all made friends, even with the upperclassmen that stared at me like a shark would stare at a minnow. I had no one to go to lunch with. I walked with two girls that I barely knew, but …show more content…
I tried out for our school’s flagsquad, which would have been the only good thing that year. I got cut. Once again, I wasn’t good enough. I did, however make cheerleading. I was put on the freshmen squad with four people, which turned out to be the laughing stock of the school. Four whole people. Four goddamn people. And half of the time, only two of us showed up. We weren’t loud. We weren’t sharp. We weren’t fun to watch. Which, when it comes to cheerleaders, are three fairly important components. No one even came to watch the games. I was counting down the days to our last game and praying that the team would lose their first tournament game just so I wouldn’t have to cheer anymore. I got yelled at by our coach because I never smiled but how could I smile at something as miserable as cheerleading? She always asked if we thought we were better than the other cheerleaders. We always said yes because she was our coach and that’s what she wanted to hear but in our heads we always said