I walked in for my first day of school. I was only 13, but I was starting high school. Since I had skipped 5th grade, I was able to go to high school at my young age. I had never felt young, I felt a million years old. Or at least since I had been changed.
I walked up to the desk and got my schedule. I headed to my first class. After the day was done, I headed home with a weary load on my back, theoretically speaking.
Subject: Front Office 
Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:25 pm