Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

It was August 17 and my parents and I just moved to a new place, because our apartment was small and my old school ended in 4th grade. So when we moved to our new house I was scared because I didn’t know whether I had to change schools or not. The week went very fast, I got used to the house, neighbors and landmarks. During this week, my parents informed me that I was going to a new school. This made me happy and scared. I was happy because I was going to a new school and going to make new friends, yet I was scared because I was afraid I was going to be an outsider in middle school, and no one would want to be my friends.
It was my first time in middle school. As I entered I felt as if I was one fish in an ocean, this made me suddenly shy.

As I walked everybody looked at me, a few kids laughed and some gest stared. At this moment, I knew I would make in middle school. It was over! After I sat down, the bell rang so we all stood up and said prayer and the national anthem. Then we were directed to our homerooms. As we entered we were seated alphabetically, then the teacher Mrs. Gomez introduced me to class, and then asked me to tell the class about myself.
With incurably I spoke. “I play basketball, and I’m 10 years old and I enjoy listening to music”.
Then I quickly sat down. We did reading that morning, next was b period we switch classes and had social studies, and science with our teacher Mr. H. By this time, it was lunch time everybody rushed to the cafeteria and departed like the red sea. In that moment I found myself stranded. Suddenly, I felt someone’s had on my shoulder, I curiously turned around and it was one of my classmates, jack.
“You want to sit with us”
“Okay”
So we walked to a table about 3 feet from where I was standing, I sat down next to jack’s friends relied because I didn’t feel shy but not fully confident. I felt that I belonged somewhere, from that time forward I was happy not scared.