My stomach tied itself up into horrible knots inside, then unravelled itself and contorted into writhing creatures, my nervous heart doing loop d loops all the while.
It had been two weeks since I had moved into this new neighborhood, this new country actually, and school would probably be a nightmare, said my over thinking, self conscious, introverted brain.
On day one, I stepped into a class who took no interest in my existing. I slunk into a seat up front.
Then. Lunch. She smiled at me. I smiled at her. So what if I didn’t know their language? They knew mine.