One of the times that I have used my intuition, be it though I don’t use it often, have to be back in 6th grade. Back then I was very awkward,shy and extremely fearful of all human interaction not counting my own family. I was known for being quiet and reserved and as of the new school year,friendless. I had a reputation of being a tattle-tell and a cry baby. my only friend, Brittany had moved away two weeks prior to the new school year and I was mortified. But I didn’t stay that way I gained a little confidence of the course of the summer and I thought I was prepared to face new people and show everyone a new and improved me. It didn’t go that way at all.
Upon arriving at the first day of school I walked the new halls, the middle school halls, much bigger than the elementary’s. Within those halls, i felt insignificant, small and weak among the other students much older than myself, already familiar with this strange place chatting with their friends and walking to classes. It was a sad sight to say the least.
When I came to my class I stopped at a group of lockers four inches away from the door. I try to ease my tremors and my beating heart not wanting to look too childish, I was stronger than that. So when I finally took those steps and peered into the classroom, I froze and the sea of unfamiliar faces and any resolve I had crumbled. I ran out, and back to those lockers I stood at not even a full minute ago and cried. My teacher who looked extremely worried at my state asked why I was crying and if she could do anything to help. In explaining to her my fear of new people, new things and experiences and she seemed bewildered, she then pointed at the class list. On the list was all of my classmates that were in that room. She told me to pick a name from the list who I knew. I looked over the list several times names that I knew were there but of past bullies and vague memories of short conversation from previous years. That’s when I saw it, the one name which for some reason I remembered. Some part of me spoke to me that day almost pushing my finger towards that name and did. The teacher then walked inside and brought out the girl I chose, a short Mexican girl with long brown hair and a blue feather stuck at the top. She took my hand and led me into the classroom.
Now the same girl who I picked that fateful first day of school is the same girl who helped me get into this school the girl who stuck by my side through my worst moments and my greatest. She is the one decision that I will forever be grateful that I made. That girl’s name was Lilly Flores.
