The same routine is repeated throughout the day; being introduced to different classes, taking a seat and staying awake. Even if it’s only barely. I take a mental note to get an early night. I don’t see any of the odd boys or Bob but I then realise that I actually want to see them. I am intrigued. I spend lunch and break at the front of the school behind a small yet fairly steep hill, concealed from everything but my thoughts. I wonder if Bob and the boy who I collided with will happen to mention me a find that they have both encountered me. A group of outcasts who smoke and are late to lesson, how cliché. I then think about how I must appear to them, awkward, sarcastic, alone. I then becomes apparent to me that I am also cliché of a typical new kid. Alone. I may be alone but I don’t think I’m lonely, It’s not like I need anyone.
Finally the day ends, I begin to walk towards a street no too far away from the school where I’ve arranged to get picked up by my mum. Walking fast as not to get caught up in the crowd of people spilling form the school gates. I give a sigh of relief when I remember it’s Friday. Hopefully the novelty of a new kid will wear off over the weekend and people will pay no attention to me. Tomorrow I get to see my cousin, Robyn. I haven’t seen her in at least a month and it’s due time we have a catch up. I’ve never been close to anyone other than Robyn and I’m thankful for her. We’ll have her house to ourselves; I can’t wait to tell her about the uneventful events of today. I avoid conversation with my mum on the way home and as soon as I get home, I get undressed and collapse onto my bed. I drift off into a deep sleep, not woken till late morning.