My mom saw me and stopped me, she said “baby girl i know you don’t want to go but you have to mommy will do everything I can to get you back”. We picked up what I had got out, and sat down watched a movie. Before I knew it, it was time to leave and go meet my dad. When we got in the car we started listening to music, and that helped a little bit, but what felt like was a blink of an eye we were there. We pulled into Sterling City, and we went to Dairy Queen that is where my parents always met when it was my dad’s weekend.
Are my teachers nice? Am I gonna have classes with my friends? After I ate breakfast, I got in the car with my mom and met up with my best friend Kalliee so we could at least walk in together because we didn 't have any classes together. As Kalliee and I were walking in, the first thing I did was drop something. The the I dropped was of course my deodorant.
Soon my friends come to join me and we laughed and joked about how the day went and which teacher gave the most homework or what couple ended it and made a big scene in the hallway. My parents never told me to gossip but it was always fun to talk about the news around school. When the bus finally picks me up and drops me off, I still have a long walk back to my house in the heat of the
My friends began to talk to me little by little, everyday. I didn’t know that I loved showing off my intelligence, I loved the joy of knowing so much of what my friends didn’t know. Not just being smarter than them, but helping them with spelling. A week passed and I thought about my discussion and at that moment in time I realized that I was smart, and there was nothing I could do about it. At recess I stopped my friends, before stepping onto the jungle gym and they all just ran away.
It was the best Monday i’ve ever woken up to, the weather was perfect and I anxious to go to school. That whole week we either sat down or walked around the field to talk and know about each other. My friends would always say thing to me when I was with her and her friends would say things to her. It was the best feeling ever just being with her and texting her. Little by little days started piling up and we hit our one week together.
The words which filled my head when my parents gave me the news that our family was moving. It was the end of my seventh-grade school year, 2014. On the afternoon of that hectic day, I sat on my bed crying as I thought about all the possibilities of what could happen to me. Would I have any friends? Would I be a different person?
my shoes, everything. My favorite part of the day was math this is going to sound confusing but I hate math but I am I think I 'm pretty good at it.As I was walking home from my first day of school I was so thankful to be going home I just wanted to see my dog Luna my cat Ginger and go into my room and hide for hours while I draw whatever came to my mind something cute, something deep, something totally random. As I walked into my front door my mom, dad and my sister all greeted me and ask how my first day was I told them it was perfect although I was lying inside I hated my new school mostly because I knew nobody. After I told them how my day was perfectly fine I ran upstairs to my new room I jumped on my bed that was
I was excited to know I was going to see my new bike next. The moment he brought out my bike he had a big smile on his
The whole time in the car I was just thinking when will this be over with. My first-grade self-thought of her as a “ popular girl” that I didn’t really want to know or who would want to talk to me. We ate on the way back to school and went back to our classroom and we didn’t really talk again. I thought we would never see each other again or talk to each other again until we graduated. I was wrong.I didn’t know it yet but that girl and I became best friends in 7th grade and ever since she is the best person I know.
The bell, loud and startling, rang as students stormed the hallways after a nice break from classes. Her fourth and fifth period consisted of introductions, class syllabus’, and get-to-know-you games. Lauren was in Algebra when the last bell of the day rang. She sighed in relief, she had just survived the first day of high school. While patiently waiting for her ride, she thought about her day.