Observation In High School

I remember as if it was just yesterday, the day I was invited to STARS. It was a club, or experiment, as the administrator had called it. The whole eighth grade was watching movie that day. Since it was PG 13, we all had to get a signature to watch the movie, and to be frank, I find the movies picked by the school rather uninteresting. I actually forgot to get my mom to sign my slip, but when the time came to turn in the slip, I bluntly raised my hand and told the teacher that I wouldn 't be able to watch it. Without hesitation. There wasn 't much care in the situation, after all, it was just a petty movie assigned by the school. The only thing I worried about was what would we—as in those who didn 't get their signature, or just got in enough trouble to where they couldn 't participate—would do while the rest of the eighth grade had to watch the movie. My homeroom teacher claimed that I 'd have to do tons of work, so when she was in the middle of tell us that, I was surely regretting not getting the signature.
My friend, Larissa, was sharing a pitied look with me, assuming that I 'd be drowned in paperwork in the next few minutes. She was always the type to worry and whatnot, which, no doubt, would get annoying, but I knew that she did it because she cared. Unfortunately, we separated ways when High School came

Being the shy gal I am, I hid away from all of the others, isolating myself in the corner. I was famous for that, I was. There were a few people I knew in the room, but they weren 't people I hung around much. During middle school, I didn 't have many people to surround myself around. It wasn 't the best time in my life. I just stayed in the back, observing the faces surrounding me. I knew many faces, but I was and still am, horrible with the names. I awaited instructions, but the teacher wasn 't in the room just yet, so I awaited silently… and unhappily with all the work I was supposably to be getting, adding all of the annoying, immature, little