Arriving at a new school is a massive kick in the head. Speaking english was hard since I came from Afghanistan. English was like trying to understand physics. Kids were looking at me as if I was a ghost. Worried if my anxiety would strike me. The breeze passing by with a scent of ham sandwiches. Students cackled and laughed. Others glanced while others stumbled with disappointment. It’s hard. I couldn’t do anything except pretend. ” Ring Ring” I zoomed out of the class straight to the library. Reading books and books. Learning new words. During lunch I would learn the game of rugby. Lots of thumping, clashing and sprinting. The first day was great and challenging. I love this new lifestyle and hope I get better at english. I never want to see anyone struggle ever again.