Personal Narrative-Running In School

My palms are sweaty, my excitement is at an all time high. For once in my life, I’m ready to leave a while before we can go, and I'm ready to fly down the hallway once I get out of the classroom.

It is the day that the results for the chorus solos come out and everyone who tried out was so excited including myself. All through the day, I have been that kind of like nervous, excited thing.

The school day was long and boring and finally, I hear the lady from the office on the loudspeaker say “walkers and bikers can go!” That was me! I rush down the hallway obviously speed walking because I'm not allowed to run in school. The funny thing is that its like a NASCAR race, everybody racing to see the results first. I’m in the lead,

I swerve left, I swerve right, I step on the gas, and there I am at the board. I can’t admire it too much because everybody is right behind me. I scan the sheet “Blah,Blah,Blah,Blah,Blah,” and then right there straight in the center of the paper I see my favorite name in the whole wide galaxy, my own. I was so excited.
When I was walking to the bike rack, I had a little more pep in my step. I rode home with a big smile on my face saying hi to everyone I saw.
I get home, throw my bike on the ground and run inside to tell my dad because my sister is too young to know what the heck I'm talking about, my mom is still at work, and my brother is off somewhere with his friends. I tell him, “dad guess what, I got a solo in the chorus!”, “Congratulations!” he says to me. While my sister is probably chewing on something.
At the end of the day, it was just another day in the neighborhood