I walked into school, my eyes darting everywhere, butterflies in my stomach. I looked around, not many people seemed worried, but I was. Having I was a newbie, I was worried, frightened, excited and nervous. What if I did something wrong? What if I made a fool of myself? The thoughts going through my head frightened me, they made me nervous. I followed a lady to my class, 6V. The door was wide open, a nice looking lady at the front was talking to the class, I guessed she was my homeroom teacher. I walked in and looked around, thinking about the school when the teacher interrupted my thoughts.

"Hi." The teacher headed my way. "I'm Mrs. V. What's your name?" she asked me.
"My name is Keiko..." I said in reply.
She looked at her list and  found my name she pointed to a desk next to a student who I guessed wasn't very new. "You sit there Keiko, desk 18." she went back to the front and started talking about what would happen today. "You can look at your schedules class,"

I walked to my desk and put my back pack down, I sat down and started looking around the class. There were many kinds of people in my class, Africans, Asians, Canadians, maybe even more then I knew. I listened to the teacher intently, and then a bell rang. Everyone got up and I did the same.