Personal Narrative: The Last Day Of School

Seven o’clock in the morning, the alarm had gone off as usual for me to wake up. It was my last day of school, ending the seven years as a student in SAIS and starting off as a new student in KIS. I rode my school bus which made me think of all the things I have done in the past during this everyday bus ride, laughing, shouting, eating, having fun. As I got off, I politely greeted the driver, trying my best to hide the tears that were about to fall out of my eyes. On the way up to my classroom, I walked around and reminded myself of all my years as a kindergartener, elementary, and middle school student here. I sadly walked up the blue stairs up to my classroom. As I walked into the dark room, I spotted little candles on a pretty white cake.

I absolutely couldn’t understand how all the girls had certain “groups”, and they would sit together everyday to eat. I didn’t know where I had to sit, in fact there wasn’t a spot for me. Even though some of them seemed nice enough to make me feel included, I didn’t get to sit anywhere. Third and fourth blocks passed by quickly, and I made some new friends. Making new friends didn’t seem to be easy, and so I couldn’t stop panicking.
“Ohhhh my godddddd!!!! Being a new student is horrible. I just want to feel comfortable when going to school!!!” I shouted as I walked back home.
“What do I do…. I want to go back to my old school!!! I have to worry about every single thing, my clothes, my appearance, my actions, and just everything….. This is so inconvenient for me.” I said, terrified.
My first week of school was full of worries, but it safely went by somehow. As I got to know more and more people, I was pretty curious of which “group” I would end up as. Then I met this new girl called Jihee who tended to get along with others well. She and I started talking to each other and I noticed that we had a lot of similarities. Since we were both new students, we had lots of stuff to talk