my memior

“My Memoir”

“Brittany Klingerman,” “Here,” I said as everyone in the class turned to look at

me. I was the new kid at Malden High. How fun. My face is red and my ears are turning

even redder. The boy in front of me smiles and everyone turns back around. I get nervous

when all eyes are in me. Weird right? I don’t belong in high school. I belong at home on

my couch learning from a personal tutor. I’m not very social at all. My mother said I

needed to make friends or I was going to be the women with 27 cats. Only I hated cats.

As the bell ran for first period I slowly got up and dragged myself out of the

classroom. I’m not much of a morning person either. History next, my favorite class. As I

walked toward my locker I met eyes with the cute boy who sat in front of me for

homeroom. He smiled and I blushed again. He came toward me and I didn’t know what

to do so I said hi. Lame I know. He asked me if he could show me where my class was.

As if I didn’t know but I went anyways I likes being around him he seems very nice. He

sat next to me in history and I forgot to pay attention. Lunch came sooner than I expected

and I was sitting with Jose once again. We talked all about soccer and about how school

is so over rated. For once I felt like I belonged with someone. He was so sweet and so

nice. I loved his presence. I walked to math class by myself the smell of his sweater

lingering on my arms.

After school I ran down stairs. Soccer sign ups I was so excited. The one sport I

loved and was excited to play here. Jose had already saved a seat for me and I quickly sat

down. They talked about preseason and stuff than after a while I went back to my locker

to get my homework. Too much homework. Jose walked me back to my locker I was

pretty excited about that. I ran all the way home after school never had I been so excited

in my life. I had to hide it though I would never tell my mom about my new friend,