Personal Narrative Essay: The Day Of The Day

I remember this day as if it were yesterday. May 12, 2010 I woke up for school at six thirty in the morning, just like any other school day. But just like any other middle school student I was tired and did not want to go back to a place that they like to call school but I looked at it more of a prison. Every morning I had a routine which was to wake up, get ready for school and try my hardest to not miss the bus, for some reason the bus driver never liked to wait for me. The day started off great, I did not miss the bus, right before lunch I passed my math test with a B- . The last class of the day was Mrs. Orozco, who was my science teacher, she was not my favorite but I was having a good day so I had a positive mindset when entering her classroom.

Orozco announced “Kishawn grab your things your are leaving,” while the classroom was silent. As I grabbed my belongings I was wondered why I was leaving school early? Usually I never leave school unless I have an doctors appointment or I was excused because I had a football game. Because I could not figure out what the reason why I figured it had to be important. Walking across campus to the main office, smelling the freshly cut grass, the thought of me leaving early still wondered in my head. As I walked in the office I see my mother still in her work clothes. Immediately I thought to myself “great the school called my mom because I did not serve all my detentions in time.” So I prepared myself for the lecture I thought I was going to receive. Instead my mother had a strange facial expression. It almost looked like she was forcing a smile that was not there. My mom she signed me out so I was excused from leaving the school campus for the rest of the day. As I approached her I said “ Hey mom, whats