Entering middle school was like jumping into the void with butterflies in my stomach. My heart screamed at me, a mix of nerves and excitement, while my steps hesitated to move forward. Fear was an invisible monster lurking around every corner. And sadness... it was a long shadow, dragging the memories of elementary school as if it didn't want to let go. First year of middle school was like opening the door to an unknown world, where we were all strangers with the same desire to belong. At first, we spoke carefully, as if the words were fragile glass, but little by little, laughter began to sound louder than the silence. Friendships were born without realizing it, amid teamwork, shared recesses, and knowing glances. We were seeds thrown to the wind, looking for a place to take root. The more we got to know each other, the more we began to know ourselves. The mirror was no longer just a reflection; it was a map we were trying to decipher. We were dormant volcanoes awakening, discovering new emotions, our own thoughts, and the power to say "I am."