Day 1

The first day of high school dawned with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Despite the unsettling encounter during our shopping trip, I remained determined to see this journey through, to unravel the mysteries of the human world. There was a persistent feeling deep within me that this mission held a purpose greater than I could yet comprehend.

As I stepped into the bustling corridors of Asphodel Meadows High School, I was met with a sea of unfamiliar faces. The air was charged with anticipation, a cacophony of laughter, and the hustle and bustle of students reconnecting with friends after the summer break. It was a world in motion, a world of stories waiting to be told.

My first class, English, seemed like a promising start. The teacher, a woman with kind eyes, welcomed me with a warm smile. However, my fellow students were less welcoming. They regarded me with curious glances and whispered exchanges that I couldn't quite decipher. I chose a seat at the back, hoping to observe and absorb as much as I could.

The whispers intensified as the class began, and soon, I found myself at the center of their attention. I couldn't discern the source of their fascination, but it was clear that I stood out in a way I hadn't intended. I was different, and to them, that was reason enough to single me out.

The first day trials continued throughout the classes, with mocking comments, laughter, and the feeling of being an outsider. I endured their taunts, their cruel words, and their attempts to ostracize me. It seemed that I was an easy target for their cruelty, an outsider in their world.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the first day of school, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions—disheartened by the cruelty I had encountered, yet resolute in my determination to understand and connect with humanity. The challenges of high school were just beginning, and I knew that the path ahead would be filled with trials and tribulations. But I held on to the belief that there was a reason for my presence in this high school, a greater purpose that transcended the hardships I faced.

The first day had tested my resilience, a stark reminder of the complexities of human nature—the capacity for cruelty and kindness, the trials and tribulations of growing up. Yet, I couldn't help but feel that this mission held a purpose beyond what I could see—an opportunity to bridge the gap between celestial and mortal, to make a difference in a world that desperately needed compassion and understanding.

As I reflected on the challenges of the first day, I clung to the belief that there was a reason I had been chosen for this mission. The path ahead was uncertain, and the journey was fraught with difficulties, but I was determined to see it through. For in the face of adversity, the resilience of an angel would shine brighter than ever before.

I can't wait to get back home to see the loving face of my grandmother.