New surrounding, new home, new me— 15 . 8 . 20## Pound looked through the car window, his eyes never leaving the huge school gates in front of his sight.

The boy’s hands were fidgety and sweaty as his heart continues to race without any intentions. Why was Pound so afraid? He finally gets to leave his old damn school full of nothing but toxicity to this brand new space, yet what if there isn’t much difference to his old school? Hell, what if this school year turns out worse? It was obvious that Pound doesn’t want none of these scenarios coming true. All he wishes is for things to be better and that soon, all his worries will fade.

Soon, the vehicle came to a stop. Pound snaps outta his cloudy mind as his back straighten up. Through the rear view mirror, Pound senses the cold, stern look on his dad’s face as a chill traveled down his spine. The teen immediately turned to the side as he took a step outside. This was it.

Immediately, Pound noticed the glances from strangers as he stepped out of his dad’s Bentley. Are they staring at the pricey car or is it him who is being stared at. Pound’s posture changed as the small confidence he had in him subsided with a rush of nervousness appearing. His father had always told him to be confident, keeping a fixed posture at all time but Pound always fails this task. The boy then took a deep breath as he wrapped his fingers tight around the straps of his backpack.

POUND: ‘You can do this, Pound’

He thought to himself before taking careful steps towards the entrance of the school, still keeping his head low as he faced the ground.