Today so far is okay. Anyway, I was curious if you, my precious readers and friends, could critique and give your opinions on my prologue of a reader-insert I'm writing called "Learning Step by Step". It's a Hetalia reader-insert that centers around the reader and Gilbert, who is a doctor in this. Basically this is Human AU and the ages of everyone will range from children, teenagers, and adults. The one thing I'm guaranteeing is that the relationship between Gilbert and the reader will be platonic. Yep. Because romance can be rather overrated at times. *bricked*  Anyway, here is the prologue!

Prologue
One Giant Step Into the Ditch

A common thing said about high school in America is that the four years you spend there are always the best. If I were like any other kid around the block, I would've called that saying out without hesitation. However, it isn't necessarily the greatest idea to judge something you've never tried before, right? So I decided to walk in through the menacing, metal gates with a mind sworn to be free of prejudice about high school.

Maybe the hot summer daze had clouded my judgement when I had decided to walk into the crowd of fellow teenagers rushing to their classes like buffaloes on steroids. Maybe it was my simple idiocy that caused me to trip flat onto my face after colliding into those bulls known as football players. Perhaps it was my lack of common sense in forgetting to bring in my summer work that caused the emptiness within my head. Either way, the beginning of my four years on what they call Hell had landed upon the wrong edge and harshly splattered on the ground; I think it will at least. But I can't let that stop me, the one and only (f/n) (l/n).

"Yeah," I mutter to myself as I write in my journal in class while the teacher took attendance. Earlier today, I stepped through the sun-kissed metal gates as an official freshman of World Cantat High School. Honestly, I find the name to be rather strange and it leads me to think that the founder wasn't necessarily proper in the head. However, the school was known for its difficulty and diversity of students, subjects, and teachers. There are other, normal sounding schools in the area, but the sound of a challenge summoned me intellectually.

"(f/n) (l/n)!" My teacher calls out, ready to mark me off as absent or present with her bulky red pen. I jump up slightly in my seat, cut out of my trance.

"Present, Ma'am!" I reply as I raise my hand up immediately. She nods as she takes note of my presence and continues to call out the names of my peers. The snickers of teenagers around me echo around the room for a few seconds until they began conversing with each other again. Sadly, none of my friends belong in this class, so I guess I should go ahead and make new companions. Or I could remain in isolation for the rest of the year in this class, which sounds perfectly fine.
            ~end of what I have so far~

I'm going to add more to this because it feels too short. But I've stopped there since I'm a bit stumped on what to write next. :/ Anyway, any critiques and opinions will be a lot of help to this story. Thank you and have a great day/night~! ^_^