Grade 11-Personal Narrative

“Aren’t you excited to be a senior now that you're finally in Grade 11?” my mother asks with a worried look, as she puts her small cappuccino on the kitchen table.
“Yeah, I guess I am quite pumped being a senior now at my new school,” I answered
“Don't worry, dear. You will be fine today,” she says with a warm smile. “My advice for you is to be yourself.”
“I am a shy, boring person, mom. I just don't relate to other people.” I stated. “I am only interested is blending in with the crowd, acing all my classes and singing.
“No one's going to like me!” I stated, while looking at the kitchen window. The weather looked really nice out today on a September morning. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Compared to the rainy weather I am so used to in my hometown, rainy Vancouver.
“Just think positive, and besides, your girlfriend, Adeline will be there to help you around the school,” she says cheerfully.
“I guess you're right, mom,” I said with a smile.
Standing up out of my chair, I look at the clock on the wall, it
Looking at the gray, rectangular 2 story, building, I see students smiling and laughing with their group of friends. A group of people that caught my eye was standing in a circle near the entrance of the school, wearing black leather jackets that says “Black Roses” in small bright red letters, on the back of their jackets. Maybe they are part of a club, I thought to myself. A boy with strawberry blonde hair from the group catches me staring and he smiles at me. I was caught by surprise, but I smiled back anyways. Taking a deep breath I enter the main doors of the school. I see the front office and I ask the secretary for my schedule. She gives me my schedule and other essentials as well. While I was looking for my homeroom, someone taps me on the shoulder. Turning around, I see Adeline smiling at me with her adorable dimples as I tower over her small