Chapter 1: My Earliest Memory

I can still remember my first day. Maybe not the whole thing, but the beginning. I'm glad I can. My first year, generally speaking, is a bit blurry, yet this memory is clear in my head and I easily replay it in my head. I feel like it happened yesterday.

15^th September, 2007. My first day at high school. I was worried, like any other kid. I felt old - Even though I can tell that I wasn't-  but not ready. I had the feeling that this new building meant a new life, and I was happy with my former one. I liked my school, and friends. I didn't mind not going out until late. I didn't mind being a little girl. I've never wanted to grow up fast. So in that moment, when I went into that small, old, white building, everything changed. It was my first breaking point at life. It was a big step. I wasn't a child anymore, but a teenager.

I cannot really remember the classroom, because in the end it's not the place but the people what makes the first impression. We had to sit by our surname. I knew some people from my school, but none of them were my friends. I knew their faces and names, but not their story. So there, in the middle of the classroom, confused and scared, was a girl that happened to be me. I sat next to a girl that was really tall. I'm quite small, so she looked to me way older. I was nervous. I wanted to make friends easily. I wanted to be accepted. As if life was a puzzle and we need to find a place to fit.

She looked at me, with those  honest  big brown eyes, and smiled at me. She was as scared as me. It may look stupid, but I just said “It is hot today, isn't it?”. It was the wittiest sentence I could say. She smiled, glad that I talked. And we became friends. With that stupid sentence. Carmen. I haven't seen her in 3 years, but that's another story.

Elena Morillo García 2ºBarchillerato A