Leaving High School Narrative

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I walked into my kitchen to see my mom cleaning up after dinner. After playing this conversation in my head for a while I asked her, “Did you register us for school? It was yesterday.” She walks over and sits down next to me. “Listen.. Well, I… I didn’t register you guys at St. Eugene this year. Were going to see Pennoyer tomorrow. They’re gonna give us a private tour it should be really nice. I promise if you hate it you can go back. Try it out for a week see what you think. You might like it and,” I cut her off, “I WON’T!” I shouted and ran off to my room crying. For about a year my parents were juggling the idea of switching schools for me and my siblings. We begged and pleaded to stay at our small school, which felt like a second home to us, but my parents had enough. I went to St. Eugene, a catholic school, since I was in preschool. I was with the same thirty kids for nine years. I literally knew nothing else. My twelve year old self was not open minded to the idea of leaving my best friends and the only school I knew. Throughout the summer I had to wrap my mind around the idea of starting out brand new in seventh …show more content…

My mind was racing. Will they like me? Will anyone even talk to me? What’s it like to be the new kid? How will I find my class? I had a million and one questions. I was so nervous. I couldn’t even sleep. I woke up to sharp aches in my stomach at seven in the morning. Anxiety had taken over my body. I pretended like I was okay and got ready and all dressed up for my first day of public school. My mom took pictures of us in the front yard by the tall, green bushes like she does every year. I didn’t smile. I just wanted to get the day over with. The car ride from my house, which is a five-minute drive, seemed like hours. When we finally got there my mom had to walk us in. How embarrassing, I thought, I’m the new kid getting escorted by mom. As I’m walking into the door I hear my name being

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