Skyler’s POV
"Wake up, Skyler! We have to leave in twenty minutes, or you'll be late for school," Mom shouts as she clangs her pots and pans together.
"Ugh, I'm on my way," I mutter while I finally finish running a brush through my hair and neatly braiding it.
Dragging myself out of bed, I can't help but feel anxious about starting at a new school. The thought of being bullied and ostracized by my peers makes me want to crawl back under the covers. I wish I could have stayed where I was, where at least I knew what to expect. Now, I have to navigate new classes, new teachers, and a whole new environment. It's overwhelming and I can't help but let out a frustrated scream.
As I made my way to the kitchen, the weight of the impending change settled heavily on my shoulders. The familiar sc
