Personal Narrative: The First Day Of My Life

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One, breathe in, two breathe out, one, two, one two… It was a typical afternoon to most people, a day like any other, just another simple day in their life. For me, it was one of the most nerve wracking days ever, it was the first day of school in a new country. I moved from Korea to America just a few weeks ago and it was finally time to go to school and begin a new chapter of my life. It wasn’t the going to school part that scared me, it was that I couldn’t speak english well and everything was so different. As I walked along the road to my new school, I spent a few minutes worrying about what school would be like. Would everyone think I was stupid and weird because I couldn’t talk in english? Will I be able to make new friends? What if the teacher was scary? My mom and dad gave my hands a warm squeeze after noticing my solemn expression. The rest of the walk I stayed quiet, and just listened to crunch of the autumn leaves as we walked along to our destination. The glass doors of the school now stood before us and I breathed in sharply and I stepped, one foot at a time, into the doorway. We shuffled down the hallway, in between all the blue metal lockers, until we reached a hall lit with the sunlight pouring through the windows. Here, there were cubbies stuffed with backpack and coats of all assortments of colors. My hands tightly clenched onto my own backpack, which was pink and I picked up excitedly at the store the before, to hide my nervousness. Carefully walking

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