Beads of perspiration began to trickle down Ivy's forehead the minute she glanced at Wenterson Middle School through the car window.The glass building was three storeys(English Spelling) tall with a crowd of students swarming around the massive structure.Ivy had never seen such an enormous building in her entire life.While Ivy stared at the building and the crowd of people she didn't know, her stomach did somersaults and her body began to tremble like a scared puppy.At that moment, all her confidence had been washed away and replaced by utter fear.
" Guys, I don't think I can do this," Ivy cried.
" Yes, you can ,Ivy. You are a strong, confident young woman. Don't let your anxiety stop you from believing in yourself . Now get out there and crush it! We will be right here watching you," Mr. and Mrs. Reckon emphasised (English spelling). Even after hearing her parents motivating words, Ivy still felt like she was about to faint. After taking many deep breaths and giving her parents lots of hugs, Ivy opened the car door and stepped outside.
   Ivy's palms became cold and clammy as she slowly walked towards the entrance.When she passed anyone in sight, she hid her head using her hoodie so no one would notice her. Finally, she had reached the front door without being noticed. One million thoughts ran through Ivy's brain as soon as she touched the door handle. " I can do this," Ivy told herself, pushing open the school door. What looked like thousands of lockers lined the school hall while crowds of students flocked the halls. Ivy was paralysed (English spelling) with fear while she watched the chaos unfold . Boys wearing sports jackets were playing football , girls wearing cheerleading uniforms were doing backhand springs while the rest of the students chatted loudly. All Ivy wanted to do was disappear.
Just then , a tall, middle- aged man approached Ivy. " Hello, Ivy. I am Mr. Harrison, principal of Wenterson Middle School. Could you please follow me towards my office?" he asked in a deep, accented voice. Without hesitation, Ivy followed Mr. Harrison towards his office, anything to get out of the crowded hall.
Mr. Harrison's office was cozy , with armchairs and a wooden table in the center of the room, with books and files scattered all over it and the wall was lined with certificates and school trophies. As instructed, Ivy sat down in an armchair and set down her backpack. " Welcome to Wenterson Middle School, Ivy. I know you have social anxiety, but you don't need to be afraid to talk to me or any of your teachers when you feel troubled. So, your homeroom  teacher is Mrs. Brown and you are in eighth grade. Your home room class is right next to the girls' bathroom," Mr. Harrison stated. Ivy's head began to spin- she was in a homeroom class! That meant she would have to introduce herself in front of everyone. " I'm doomed," Ivy whispered.
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Beginning of school day( Homeroom)

Hiding her face in her hoodie, Ivy entered her homeroom class. The bell had just rung, so she headed straight to her class.Luckily, she had been in Mr. Harrison's office all morning , so she didn't have to wait for the bell to ring in the crowded hall.The classroom contained thirty one- seater desks, but only six students were in the classroom at the moment.
" Oh my gosh did you see Chandler in the hall this morning! He looked so cute!" a chestnut brown - haired girl wearing a red crop top and denim leggings squealed.
" Too young, Claire!" a dark- haired girl shouted.
"Oh shut up, Annalise. No one was talking to you," Claire retorted.
" Girls, settle down please," the homeroom teacher, Mrs. Brown remarked as she and the rest of the students entered the room.Quickly, Ivy rushed to a desk in the back of the classroom and hid her face with her hands while the rest of the students chose desks.Five minutes later, everyone was seated. " Welcome class. I am Mrs. Brown. Now, we have a new student in our class. Her name is Ivy. Ivy, can you please introduce yourself to everyone else ?" Mrs. Brown asked kindly. Anxiety filled Ivy's body as everyone turned to face her.
Ivy could not take it. With a beating heart, Ivy darted out of the classroom and went inside the girls' bathroom. She could her hear her classmates talking about her, but she didn't care. With trembling hands, Ivy locked herself in a bathroom stall and began to cry.
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