Starting Berkley

I walked in through the doors and shivered, and not just because it was cold either, I was starting Berkley normal middle school and I knew I was not going to be able to savor the complete freedom of it for a long, long time. I would have enjoyed it if I had had the choice, but I didn't, the fear and hatred of school that I had had to suppress last year was catching up on me, I felt it. I mentally and physically curled up in to a ball. When my name was called I physically uncurled but I kept my well trained mental shields up. However, when I got to class the joy at finding out how kind my teacher was destroyed all negative thoughts and emotions I was sub-consciously having.