“You will be fine… honey…” the reassuring words of my mom echoed in my head as I walked into the entrance of the school. It was about seven sharp in the morning. I had arrived early because it was my first day there and I didn’t want to give a bad impression. To my disappointment no one was there, not even the teachers, who always seem like they live in the school. I walked aimlessly around the school like a stray dog. It was a small school so it didn’t take me that long to get a glimpse of the whole school. It’s normal for kids to be nervous on their first day of school, but this was different, it was my first day of high school, in a completely different environment, different country. Cold chills ran through my veins. I didn’t know what to expect, the only idea of an American high school was the ones I had seen in movies. I was hoping that would not be the case. About ten minutes later I saw a car amble down the school driveway, I was nervous, nervous to meet all my new school mates, nervous of how my first period would go. I saw little kids to older ones meandering their way through the school to their respective classes. I did not know what to do, stand there and approach the first person I see or go on with my own business even though I really had nothing to do. I lazily picked up my book bag and walked down the hall. I was looking for my locker number, trying to find my classes and trying to figure out where the cafeteria was, little did I know that the gym was the cafeteria; this is what I got for missing orientation. I finally found the Spanish room and quietly walked to my seat. I was beside myself, usually I would have excitedly introduced myself but this day I shrank into my seat and started to play with my hair and fingers. I knew that Mrs. Whitley my Spanish teacher would ask me to introduce myself to the class. I practiced my introduction over and over in my head before she had called on me. Like a meek lamb I stood up and said my name and quickly sat down. Everyone knew everyone and this made it even harder. Biology was my next class, it was neatly decorated with science posters, I loved the feeling in the room because science happened to be one of my best subjects, and did I mention that it took me about fifteen minutes to find the class. We had assigned seats therefore I walked up to my seat, right next to me was a tall about 5’7 Caucasian girl who had a huge smile plastered on her face a smiled back with a secret half Monalisa smile. “I’m Nicole by the way… its Grace right?” “Yea, nice to meet you.” I replied in a soft voice.