Personal Narrative: My First Day In Middle School

I woke up with a grin on my face, ready for the long but exciting day. Today could change my whole middle school career. So many questions. Where to sit at lunch? Where to go for classes? Will I be able to beat the intimidating ring of the bell? Today was my first day ever of middle school.
I got out of my warm, soft bed and threw on the clothes I had set out the night before. I made my bed in a sloppy and rushed way, brushed my teeth, and did my hair. It was just like any other day, except the fact that today would be the first day of a three-year journey. I slumped to the kitchen where I met my half-asleep brother, groaning as he awoke no longer than fifteen minutes ago. He was bragging that he didn't have to go to school and I did. I wasn't

I got so excited when the weird kids invited me back to sit at the there table. I accepted the invitation joyfully and thought that these weird kids may not be so weird. I even had a few classes with these kids. It was about the second week of school before we started figuring everything out. I was surprised at how eager I was to learn, but when you hear nothing but class rules and instructions for a week and a half, then I starts to get bored. About a month into the school year, I considered these kind people to be my friend. I was proud of myself. I actually made new friends. This is the first time in awhile that I made new friends. The last time I had actually made some new friends was in kindergarten but that was so long ago. And besides, everybody was friends in

A few hours later, it was lunch. I sat at the table I usually sat at last year, waiting anxiously for my friends. When they arrived, I was so content to see them. We talked and completely forgot about lunch. We got into some deep conversations about our lives and summer. It was crazy to me that just last year, we all didn't even know each other. Seventh grade was better than the sixth grade in more ways than one. At about the end of third quarter, it was track season. I was debating on whether I should do it or not. Again I stepped out of my comfort zone and tried it. The beginning of the season was a little rocky at first. I didn't know what events I was going to do or if I could take the long brutal practices. I trained and worked hard. After a long season, I started getting better and eventually I crossed the finish line in personal record speed. I was breathless and my heart was pounding through my chest, but the hard work paid