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Personal Narrative-Asian Narrative

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When I first arrived at El Toro, i looked around and saw people staring at me as though I didn 't belong there . I felt like I was under pressure to do more than I was expedited to do. As I walked to my first class at this school, I noticed that no one had paid attention to me as though the world was spinning around me and I was frozen in the middle. As I went through the day I realized that every person at this school has a lot of potential to become a greater person. Most school wouldnt even care about the students education, they would just try to get them out of there hair. When I went to my 3 period class I met this girl who introduced me to her friends. All of her friends were in this sport called Colorguard, which I didn 't

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