The Newcomer

I opened the door. I stood and looked around
everything was different, the place was new,
the atmosphere, the scent, the people, the sound
seemed in every corner were unfamiliar view.

I entered the zippy room, the noise became low;
seventy stunned eyes looked at me steadily.
Their eyebrows arched like a shimmering rainbow
hundreds of questions raced in their brain 'bout me.

The shattering noise of boys and girls exploded
crumpled and paper plane flew everywhere.
Chatting here, singing there, banging on the wood,
teasing, laughing the campus could almost hear.

And there I was staring with my new classmates
I held my bag tight and bit my lips so hard
It seemed to turn to water my shaky knees
My eyes were ready to cry without a guard.

Then from the middle of the room two teens called
'Hello, come and sit. We are also new here.'
I walked silently, they smiled and my fear died
my lips smiled and our friendship began right there.