My head is still going in circled and I manage to stumble a few times before getting to my homeroom class.

Since I’m a freshman, most of my classes are already chosen for me since I have a ton of courses I need to graduate. But I did have a chance to choose two of my classes, music and art. I plan on taking music all my high school life and I also plan to take up video production next year. Video production is something that has interested me for a while now and I can’t help but feel excited for it. I don’t think I’d ever have the guts to tell my mom that though. She’d kill me if she found out that I wanted to enter such a profession. So it’s just one other thing that I keep to myself, I’m beginning to understand that there’s a lot of things I keep to myself. But then again, considering there isn’t anyone to tell, it would only make sense. Hopefully though, when I do take the class and they see that I have a talent in it, they’ll start to understand a bit.

I walk in my first class of my high school life and it’s math. Most people would groan and be annoyed, but I actually like math, not like science where you have to remember billions of terms. In math, there is a clear answer that can be found out, you just have to work your way through it. But don’t get me wrong, despite what I look like I’ not a nerd or anything, but I won’t lie and say that I’m slightly smarter then your average homosapien.

The teacher is pretty nice, she seems warm and inviting, but that’s to be expected since we are freshmen after all. I take a glance around the class and I see many kids that I’ve never seen before, thank God. This way, I’ll have more opportunities to make friends.

After my next two classes, music and geography, I head off to lunch. Considering the fact that I’m still a loner, I don’t really have anyone to sit with, so instead I go by the quad and sit at an empty round table.

The memories of this morning are still fresh in my head though, and now I’m thinking that maybe I’m going crazy or hallucinating.