Starting Year 7

• Shelby Moody, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

Oh my god, where do I go?
I look around there's no one I know.
It looks so big, a little bit scary.
I'm not very brave, I'm just ordinary.
There is so many people all taller than me.
So many people, I can hardly see.
I look around, I see a familiar face.
It's not that bad, I could get used to this place.