New Me

Katrina Curry
Grade 10
Roseau High School

Not knowing where to go or who to meet;

My new school, my new me.

Only five years old,

Getting older with each passing minute.

In each minute, the fear gets bigger, the anticipation grows.

People stare at me, like I'm a monster.

Why? It's only me.

I'm home now, just not the same.

Different room; different color; different place.

My new home, my new me.

Much bigger than yesterday

Not only inside, but outside too.

More trees, more grass, more room to run and pass.

Same faces; same loving family.

Same old happy dog that loves me.