New
A new city
Away from the old town
Sitting on a bench after the rain where I found serendipity
I realize that there is nothing left holding me down
It took me 5 seconds to write the poem for my creative writing workshop class, and it expressed exactly how I felt at the moment. I had no friends at school; I was out of my comfort zone, way out, but I was happy. I really was.
It took me 5 months to make my new best friend, Christina. It was a complete surprise to me, because as soon as she walked in the Workshop classroom, I was sure we wouldn't be friends. For someone who has to fight first impressions all of the time, the reaction was hypocritical of me, but she was pretty beautiful and I am pretty average and plain. She reminds me of, like, a goddess with her perfect hair and perfect eyeliner. ugh! She will be upset by this, but I just assumed she was like the beautiful girls in high school in the rich girl click. I remember this one instance, that it was 'that time of the month' and this one girl in that click came up to me and said "Angel those pants are so cute on you! Turn around." and as I turned around the hot boys were snickering. Later, when I went to the restroom, I noticed that I had blood on the back of my pants, and realized that the beautiful girl didn't like my pants.
We got our poems back with critiques. Each critique said "too short" or "elaborate." The only positive critique I received was in the handwriting I now can recognize in a line-up said, "I love this. It is short but I love it. I am envious. It is 4 lines and to the point." or something along those lines. Chrissy proved my assumptions wrong, as she dinesticated me at school. She introduced me to the library, the campus starbucks, the cafeteria, and because of her, I have broke out of my shell in the new city and not only made more friends, but I made a best friend. A kind of friend that would tell me, "Angel, you have blood on your pants!"
