My nerves are rising,

I can't think straight.

My head is spinning,

Stomach aches.

I hope everything's in order,

I hope I look okay.

I remind myself what they think doesn't matter

But I'm still nervous all the same.

My hands are shaking,

As they place a book in my bag.

The book was the one I'm prepared,

To show to my English teacher.

It's filled with poems I've written,

Like a summer diary.

I'm nervous,

I hope my teachers like me.

I hope I don't miss the bus.

I better end this here,

It's the first day of school.