Starting fresh I can't believe it,
A whole new environment that I must retool.
Though I'm excited I must admit,
I'd rather be at my old school.

Starting a new, campus and friends,
Harder classes, and bigger rooms.
A warm hand and heart the doors do extend,
But I'm afraid of the drama, anyone new, can assume.

Starting with nothing but the knowledge I've gained,
Working extra on the things that confuse.
Learning new materials hoping to attain,
Exploring my surroundings and opening new doors for my
views.

Starting scared doesn't help my case,
I'm different and not used to anything like this.
Holding onto St.Martin's embrace,
Remembering I have no middle school bliss.

Starting each day to a loud alarm clock,
Doesn't seem too pleasant to me.
To the bus stop each day I must walk,
No matter how drowsy.

Starting my days with all new people,
Confused of where to find my classroom.
With new friends I hope to dazzle,
Learning from experience I'll begin my bloom.

Starting my summer I didn't expect to be so scared,
Something I'll just have to overcome.
Now that I'm really getting prepared,
Beginning to get into the rhythm.

Starting new memories, experiences, and more.
I'm learning to fly, fall, and explore.