It's back.

So I start high school in the fall. But i was homeschooled. I'm worried. I know all these kids, but do they remember me?

The anxiety is back

Pulsing,racing,through me.

The same thing, yet so very new

I've walked this road before.

It's different now. 

It's a new start to the same story.

I'm scared.

As I walk through halls I've raced down before

But this time, there's people

Pushing,crowding,all in a hurry.

For what? To get to a class?

It won't teach you anything you need.

Yet I'm still here

Scurrying to the side.

It's new,but...It's old

Familiar faces, worn out places.

Four years to come.

A face everyone knows but has forgotten is back.

After a year I'm worried.

I'm going to screw this up.

Older people, bigger school.

What if I'm a fool?

Anxiety

Here it comes again.