Personal Narrative: My First Day Of School

As I entered the big white classroom, my footsteps echoing through the huge space ahead, and I saw uncountable eyes staring at me, I knew already this wasn't a good start. I'd arrived late, at my first day of school, and that seemed not to cause a good impression on my other classmates. I first had to take my brother to his classroom and assure myself he was right before I headed towards my biggest fear these past days. I was still standing astonished at the entrance of the class when my teacher spoke my name out loud, and I could already sense the giggles from the back of the class.

"Autumn Miller" he pronounced it out and clear so everyone could listen, exactly what I didn't want right then. As if we were back in elementary he made me say from where I came from and what was I planning to study, because it was our last year of school. I couldn't quite respond to both, so the laughter in the classroom started rudely to increase. I had to change of country

I really want us to get to know each other." I asked shyly while we walked towards our next class, English Literature. The hallways were packed, and I thought my old school looked similar to this one, but after watching people and people pass by there was no way it was alike. This school was way crowded, therefore, bigger. Some classmates were running towards our next class, but I heard others were just going to skip it. Clare and I were a middle term, we just walked. Rows of lockers covered the white walls and red school announcements filled the unburied columns. There was supposed to be a soccer tournament, which my brother attended, of course, and another of my biggest nightmares, prom. We already had that back in my old schools, but I always missed it for various reasons. The main was the alcohol and the others were that I just couldn't dance. I looked like a little duckling lost in a puddle, searching for the rhythm which never flowed through