A New Kind of Beginning

Jahari Hilton
Staff Writer
Here I am suspended in time, in a dimension I’ve never seen nor experienced before. I didn’t know what to expect in this new state, but I’m trying my hardest not to look my part. Everything about this place is different and I don’t want to grow used to it but the decision is not in my hands. I blame my father for being so creative and smart.

My name is Marquesa Abandonato, daughter of the infamous writer, Emiliano Abandonato. I had just begun my junior year in high school when my father to me he had got signed to News Weekly in Melborne, Australia. My mother died giving birth to me; I don’t really like to talk about it.

So here I am sitting in my car in the parking lot of a school I’ve never been to, shaking nervously as if there was a gun to my head. I’ve never been out of my birth home, Rome, so I feel out of place like a strayed alien.

I take a quick moment to assess myself, checking my appearance and making sure I have everything I need. The straight black hair I walked out of the house with is now moist with curls, matching my clammy hands and floral dress that has become attached to my body.

Running my fingers through my curls and adjusting my dress, I work up the nerve to get out of the car and begin walking to the school. As I walk up to Balwyn High School, noticing that I am the only person outside, I realize how late I am, though I continue the pace I’m walking. The school’s a lot larger than St. Stephens back in Rome. The thought of circling the school, trying to find my classes while everyone are still in class makes me nervous.

Taking my time walking to the school, I think of all the possible ways my first day, and last year, of high school could go wrong. My papa told me to try to sustain positive thoughts but, just like my mother was, I’m stuborn. What if I get lost every period? What if my teachers are mean and rude? What if the Americans are? What if someone poisons my food? Do they do that here???

No. Papa’s right, don’t psych yourself out on the first day, and don’t knock it till you try it.

I take my first step into the school. Here I go.


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