\"And stay away from boys!\" my mama called as I quickly ran down the steps to catch the school bus which should be approaching any minute now. Today, I was a ball of wrecking nerves. It was the beginning of a new year and a new life for my mother and me. Two weeks ago, we migrated from Africa to the US for my mother's new job opportunity and my scholarship education at one of the most prestigious high school in the California state. It was an overcast morning with no one in sight but me waiting on the bus stop for the bus. After five minutes, the bright yellow school bus with the name 'Pacific High school' displaying above its windshield. I outstretched my arm and the bus slowed down before coming to a halt in front of me. The doors opened automatically. \"This is it,\" I told myself as I clutched onto my backpack tighter and boarded. Rude stares and small laughter met me when I saw the other students and they saw me. I quickly found a seat, close to a window, and tuned everything out by opening one of my textbooks. \"Who's that?\" I heard someone asking from behind me. \"I've never seenitbefore,\" someone else answered. There were more giggles and I slumped in the seat, wishing I could disappear or this bus would turn around and drop me off where it found me.... 南之遥南牧之