Snippet #2292826

Daniel set his bike up at the bike rack, and slowly walked towards the main door of King Middle School. This could be it. This could be Daniel's new life. His new beginning. Maybe things could go back to the way they were before, where he had to worry about whether or not he brushed his hair correctly rather than his depression. Daniel practiced a feign smile, and slowly opened the door.

The light was brightening, or so Daniel thought. He continued walking, constantly practicing his fake smile. He could feel one tear strolling down his cheek, and quickly wiped it away before anyone could see. He looked around, hoping to find a table that would capture his interest. He quickly saw a pretty yet obviously much older girl walking to a table where a few students around his age were sitting who didn't seem to be part of any clique-yet. Since there wouldn't be any standards for a non-clique group, he walked towards them wondering how many were newcomers and how many had already been to this school in years past. He got to the table a few seconds after the older girl, which was enough time to hear her ask to join them.

"Be courageous," Daniel thought, as he mustered up the courage to say, "Hey... umm would you mine if I -uh- sat here also? I'm new here, the name is Daniel Lockwood, but feel free to call me Danny. I'm in ninth grade."