Personal Narrative: My First Day In Middle School

Any fifth grader would be happy advancing to middle school. I was an exception to what I just stated. I recently moved from a fantastic house in New York City into a junky little house on the bay of California. Even worse, I lost all of my old friends, and was starting fresh off the bat. My first day at school was hard enough and when I tried to talk to the tall older students around me, they simply ignored me. They continued to talk knowing my presence was still there. Of course, I was basically a dog next to an elephant, but I did anything I could so make some friend. Soon, I found myself listening to other students’ conversation. Later, the six class I had to attend without getting late to any of them, peaked no interest to me. But, during

Obviously, I was unconscious long enough that lunch was over. Being me I was scared to report his incident to a teacher or anyone because I was scared of the horrible punishment I would recieve from them. Instead, I rushed to the only place that had a clock which was our cafeteria to see what time it was. Seems like I only missed twenty-five minutes of my fifth period class. The bad part was I had to make a mind boggling lie to not get tardy. During sixth period, a new student was introduced to the class and telling the class his name was Victor. He was given the chance to sit to the living legend which was myself. At first, it was awkward but soon enough we started to chat so I can analyze his personality. He soon realized we were both had a lot of things in common, first it was how we are both new students. After our long conversation, we made plans to meet up at lunch tomorrow.After the bell rang, I left class and got crushed by the huge students in the tiny halls when attempt to get to the

Then the nurse told me what had happened like how I was grunting and talking in my sleep and how she found me outside near the tree I usually eat at. She also informed me how it was sixth period, I thanked her and was on my way there. Once I got to my sixth period, I realized Victor was nowhere to be seem in the classroom. I asked the teacher where Victor was. “Who’s Victor? We don’t have a student named Victor here.” He replied to my question. Quickly I thought it was just a dream, maybe it was my inner consciousness helping me out, it was telling me what I should do. Before, I could puzzle this all together. I remember how the gang will certainly come back for a piece of me like usually. So, I devise a plan that could save me. It was a brilliant plan to save myself from getting painfully wounded. Thank you inner consciousness for saving me once