In a tiny nutty shell

The transition from 8^th grade to high school was the miserable year. The car ride only changed by five minutes.  The student body was enormous and the number of people I knew went from everybody to five. My big brother drove me to school, but he left me in the parking lot on more than one occasion. I made one friend the first day when we both got lost, but he transferred out of my class when I said ‘no’ to a dance. My math teacher posted the number of days until winter break in October. I cried and counted along