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"Wow, she's beautiful.." A short, stocky 15 year old boy gasped with dreamy eyes.
She could hardly hear what was said, she was too bust walking, trying not to look anyone in the eye, just tyring to survive her first day in texas. The halls were wide, yet packed with people and cold. The lights were too bright and the floors and walls gave her the chills, no sign of comfort yet, the one friend she had made didn't even go to the school, and she was so lost.
"bing!" The late bell sounded, echoing off the walls as everyone scatterd to their next classes. Alana just walked, nose buryed in a map trying not to get as lost as she was in the very morning. "A230, A232..... here it is, A234" she mumbled and walked into her first ever class in high school, not knowing what to expect, not knowing a soul. Her feet were cold and her hear was pounding, she felt like throwing up right there, she felt like breaking down and crying.
Her mind spun around, flashbacks and memories, thoughts of her old life, thoughts of how happy she was, and how she will never be that happy ever agin, the desk was cold and hard, and it mached the icy cold feel of the rest of the school, but she had to get used to it, so she clutched her sweater tightly, desprate to shakee the feeling of dispair, hoping beyond hope that someone, anyone would at least speak to her sometime in the day.
"This place sucks!!" she shouted in her head, so close to beraking down, she could feel her eyes sting and swell with anger and sorrow. "It'll never be home, I'll never be happy here!" still thinking about her friends that she'll only be able to see during summer.... if shes lucky.
The teacher droned on and on about how gerat it'll be in high school, how lucky we are and how sucessful were going to be in the near futcher. she wanted to throw her backpack at him, she wanted to duct tape his mouth shut, tie him up and lock him in the closet, sucess was the last thing she wanted to hear about right now.. she didn,t even want to think about crap like that for the next 50 years.
Finally,the bell rings and she wanders around to find her next class, then lunch.
Finding the lunch roon wasnt much of a challenge, but she was ******** with the problem of where to sit, she bought lunch and wanderd around the tables, looking down to the floor, then decided to go to the bathroom instead, at least there there wont be as much faces to look at.
In the stall she took a deep breath and started to eat, her claustraphobia squeezing her brain, a tear ran down her cheek. she finished lunch and cleaned up, the next class and stil, no one has spoken to her, the fatal condition of her heart about to explode.
the day finally ends, the bus finally comes, she finally gets to the house (not home, never home.) she ran to her empty room, jumped over the boxes and sobbed into her pillow.

This is only the beginning of the sorrow-- the death of the happyness...