Find your horoscope reading experience 100 words

12 years old, a sentimental and rebellious age; 12 years old, a season full of imagination and romance.

I am 12-year-old nobody, just an insignificant little life among all sentient beings. I am not a singer, a movie star or a lucky star. Therefore, the word "Ceng Ang" is too strange. But I am not discouraged, I am quietly trying to make these two words shine. So, I came to Shuangliu and came to Shuangliu Middle School Experimental School.

I am an angel. When I put away my pure wings, I walked into this strange campus with curiosity. It gave me a good first impression, and I gave it full marks in my mind. Magnificent security personnel, patchwork teaching buildings, novel reading rooms, unique wind and rain corridors, distinctive green gymnasiums and unique student dormitories. It's really beautiful, it belongs to the kind of unpretentious beauty, and my ideal will be put here. Three years later, my hope rose at the Sun Gate.

I close my eyes, open my arms, take a deep breath and breathe fresh air. It is this kind of air that purifies my newborn soul, and the breeze pulls me into the big family of Class1Kloc-0/Grade 7. Everything in this classroom is not gorgeous, flat and light, absolutely flat and light. Silver-gray door, black blackboard, white wall, light green tables and chairs. There are no big red and purple colors here.

When I stepped into the seventh grade 1 1 class with my schoolbag on my back, I attracted countless pairs of twinkling eyes that I had never seen before, which revealed confusion and hope. I found a seat at random and sat down next to a female classmate. To tell the truth, she is not handsome, but she is pure and absolutely quiet. Her round red face and clear big eyes reveal a girlish loveliness. We didn't speak, but we looked at each other. At this time, silence is better than sound. Perhaps because of strangeness or shyness, I was silent. I don't know, but it caused ripples in my heart.

I instinctively looked around and saw happy faces. I feel very sorry and disappointed that I haven't seen familiar faces. Seeing others talking loudly, my heart was sour and I repeatedly shouted, "Friend, where are you?" On second thought, aren't they my friends too? Future friends? I firmly believe that they will become my good friends.

In this beautiful campus, I am trying to find my own constellation. I don't feel like the stars and the moon, and I don't feel like a standout, but I'm looking for my own constellation. ...