Chapter one
I felt a harsh slap on my leg, and i knew it was time-to wake up.
That was my mom's sign to say its time to get ready for school.
It was my first day in a new school, and i was beyond nervous. Firstly, sacred of how they would react to me, considering I'm an immigrant. Secondly, i was raised differently, physically, mentally and spiritually.
To be honest outside delusion of walls created by Americans, they're everything but a child of God.
But I'm a hopeful person, who thrives to be proven wrong majority of the time. I guess due to that I'm seen as a prideful, ignorant, know it all, stock up with a stick up my ass. But I'm far from that, because I who I am. I just predict based on past and present actions, which ends up happening. Like they say old habits die hard.
While i here thinking to my self my mom honks her car horn at me to get in and be quick or i will have to walk to school, although I dont know where my new school was located, i would preferred to walk instead and prolong the time and distance i had to get to school.
But instead kept quiet and got in.
I was my legs shaking my legs in the back sit, which cut my mother and brother attention to me ( like alway ) she aksed concerned why I was shaking my legs like that, I explained just nervous about the school and school year.
She was quite comforting, saying things, you would be fine and I'm sure you would make friends and be all right.
I get into the school building, I'm being directed towards my new class room. And their i was standing at the door, my breathing gets heavy, and then i knock, very tiny and polite knock.
My teacher open the door and reminded, that I was late for school, and I missed a day of school.
I am sure, and sacred was the word.
Immediately I stepped in, all eyes were on me. Standing in front of my new school and class mates. I have seen it in the movies where you stand and introduce yourself, I guess that true considering I’m in American school. But I didn’t do that instead I told the teacher to do it for me, it was much easier. Because deep down, I was drowning in a pool of nervousness.
And on that fateful day is when life turned and became unfair to me.
I guess living in a continent of predominantly Black people, your mindset will change once you move to a whole new different place, with different people, who practice different culture, different background, different beliefs, and different personalities including; good, bad, and most likely worst than you have imagined.
