Finally. The day had come, the first day of school.
I have been waiting for this moment for what seems like an eternity.
yet I still felt as if it bordered on uneventfulness.
too many giddy feelings that practically sing in my head, and too many what-if's that force me to lie awake at night.
My mind has been racing. It has stopped being a safety check, and now acts as the news channel that may purposely and suddenly cut off–with no warning or reason as to why.
I have seen my life flash before my eyes. I have convinced myself that I wanted to fail, or that the world was better off without me.
I have held back–not even a single catch from my teeth– from smiling. My hands have shook as if I have just heard a horrible family secret.
My feet have stumbled even though I have never stepped further than the water faucet.
My breaths have stopped as much as my heartbeat.
I have panicked more times in the past week than I care to mention. And yet, as I step into what is now, I realize I have never been more excited.
This is the start of my life, I think to myself as I grab my textbooks and shove them into my backpack.
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