Personal Narrative: My First Day At Senior High School

Ugh.

I could hear his voice shouting my name, telling me to wake up. But I don’t want to. I still want to sleep. I know that he’s just doing this for us to not be late especially that today’s the first day of Senior High School. Isn’t it boring?

Anyway, we’ve been coming to school together since we were kids. After all, we were best friends and were also neighbors. We use his motorbike since were in high school. It was cool because we don’t need to catch the bus.

Well, he always pulls some new stunts just to wake me up. I just ignore his tricks. He couldn’t force me forever. I know that eventually, he will get tired.

I sighed with relief. He stopped yelling and finally some peace and quiet. I was about to sleep again when I heard an annoying

Please stop that!” I shouted.

“What?! I can’t hear you Ash!” he shouted back. His voice is teasing me. I immediately got up, wore my glasses and opened my door. “Please stop the music Drew! It’s getting on my nerves! You see? I already got up!” I shouted right in front of my best friend. I know I look like a piece of shit right now but who cares? He’s my best friend. He’s not going to judge me anyway.

“Okay Ashley. Chill. You need to be ready for school now.” he said with excitement in his voice.

“What’s new? It’s just the first day of Senior High School” I said monotonously.

“Exactly! The first day of Senior High! I can’t believe it! We’re already seniors.” He said with his voice full of excitement.

“You know how much I hate High School right?” I told him seriously.

“You know Ash, High School is not that bad.” He frankly told me.

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re popular,” I muttered, looking away.

“Hmm,” he pretended to think. “You might be right about that. I’m just kidding!” He added quickly when he saw my reaction.

“Whatever, jock” I said as I dragged myself to the bathroom. Well, he was a jock. Tell me when a High School Varsity Basketball Player wasn’t a jock then I wouldn’t call him

I don’t want us to be late!” he shouted downstairs. Yes, Drew is at our house. It’s actually normal. He’s always here early in the morning, waiting for me to be ready and then we will ride on his motorbike to school.

After taking a bath, I wore a tight jeans and a lose shirt. It’s always been my style. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and I wore my glasses. I looked at my reflection at the mirror. It’s not that bad, I told to