"Andstayawayfromboys!"mymamacalledasIquicklyrandownthestepstocatchtheschoolbuswhichshouldbeapproachinganyminutenow.Today，Iwasaballofwreckingnerves.Itwasthebeginningofanewyearandanewlifeformymotherandme.Twoweeksago，wemigratedfromAfricatotheUSformymothersnewjobopportunityandmyscholarshipeducationatoneofthemostprestigioushighschoolintheCaliforniastate.Itwasanovercastmorningwithnooneinsightbutmewaitingonthebusstopforthebus.Afterfiveminutes，thebrightyellowschoolbuswiththenamePacificHighschooldisplayingaboveitswindshield.Ioutstretchedmyarmandthebussloweddownbeforecomingtoahaltinfrontofme.Thedoorsopenedautomatically."Thisisit，"ItoldmyselfasIclutchedontomybackpacktighterandboarded.RudestaresandsmalllaughtermetmewhenIsawtheotherstudentsandtheysawme.Iquicklyfoundaseat，closetoawindow，andtunedeverythingoutbyopeningoneofmytextbooks."Whosthat?"Iheardsomeoneaskingfrombehindme."Iveneverseenitbefore，"someoneelseanswered.ThereweremoregigglesandIslumpedintheseat，wishingIcoulddisappearorthisbuswouldturnaroundanddropmeoffwhereitfoundme.... Blossom