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The week came and passed with us settling down completely, and today is Monday, the day I am supposed to start in a new school. Personally, I think every high school student hates this very moment in which they have to be “the new kid at school.” Honestly, it's very terrifying because you don’t know what to expect. Different thoughts keep coming to my mind. Will the school be like all these American movies and books where the new student gets bullied by the whole school? I hope not because I have never been bullied in my whole life going to school, so I don’t think I can survive being bullied if it happened now. I got up early in the morning and got dressed. The school I was enrolled in is a private school; therefore, the students wear uniforms: a white long-sleeve, a navy blue skirt, a necktie, and a navy blue blazer, or you can choose to wear a dark blue sweater instead of the blazer. For the shoes, you can wear any type of black shoe of your choice. So I decided to stick to wearing black Nike sneakers so that I wouldn’t draw unnecessary attention to myself. The more invisible I am, the better it will be for me. I stood to look at myself in the mirror, dressed in the complete uniform including the blazer, and my hair was packed in a ponytail. I think I'm good to go! I took my backpack and went downstairs to have breakfast. Oh, did I mention that the house has an elevator? Yep, that’s right. My room is on the second floor, so lazy me doesn’t need to climb all these stairs. I will always use the elevator, except if it stops working, and for my own benefit, I am not praying for that to happen. I went down and found Mom and Dad already eating their breakfast. “Good morning, Mom, morning Dad!” I said as I pecked them both on the cheek and then sat down to eat. Mom made bacon and eggs for breakfast. I said a short prayer and thanked God that it’s not pancakes. Not that I hate eating pancakes. No! It’s just that since pancakes are apparently the easiest breakfast to make, six out of the seven days in a week, Mom makes pancakes for breakfast. Dad and I are so tired of eating the same thing all the time. So I’m actually grateful that we are having something else. Maybe Mom was serious about her “new country, new life” thing. After we had breakfast, Mom volunteered to drop me at school. As soon as we were at the school street, we could see the school gate, and beside it is a carved stone with “Welcome to Greenwood High School” written on it. Soon we arrived at the gate, and Mom dropped me off and promised to come and pick me up when the school closes at two in the afternoon. “Okay, Claire, you can do this!” I said, motivating myself, and I made my way into the school premises. Okay, I can’t do this. I froze at the exact spot where I was as soon as I entered the school. The school building is four stories high and made entirely of glass. Impressive, I thought, as I made my way into the building. Immediately after I entered, I went to the admin secretary and collected my schedule and the school map. I stood in the middle of the school’s hallway looking very confused. I didn’t understand the school map at all. I have no idea how to get to class. I was one second away from crying when a girl stopped to help me. “Hello, dear, you look confused. I’m guessing you are a new student and don’t understand the school’s map, am I right?”. I nodded my head, grateful that someone is willing to help me out. She collected my map and studied it. “Well, lucky you, we have the same classes all through! Let’s go, we have Chemistry now!” she said to me and led the way to the class. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Ashley, and you?”. “I’m Claire, it’s a pleasure meeting you!”. Soon it was lunchtime, and Ashley invited me to sit with her and her friends. They were very nice to me: Becky, Jennifer, Cole, Matthew, and Aisha. Cole and Aisha are dating. “So, Claire, why did you move all the way from Australia to here?” Cole asked me. “Dad got a promotion and comes with a transfer, and here we are!” I said, and the conversation went on. The rest of the week passed quite normally. One thing I was sure of is that staying here may not be that bad. On Saturday, Mom and I went to the spa and enjoyed our free VIP treatment.