The first day of school. Usually exciting for others, but definetly not me. I hated going to school because you never knew who was going to be in your class or who wasn't. Either way, I didn't care enough to bother worrying about it too much. There was always the possibility of making new friends, I suppose I rolled out of bed and threw on my clothes my mom forbidded me to where before the first day of school. It didn't matter to me, they were boring clothes she'd picked out for me. The routine started; brush my teeth, have breakfast, and go wait for the bus, one of my east favorite things about school And then, the moment of truth...going to homeroom with strangers.