Narrative Essay: Final Draft
My First Day Fright
Have you ever experience a moment where you have no idea where you are, and what you would have done in that particular moment? Well I have, and here is my story. It all started in late August of 2009, when millions of children across the country were looking forward to their first day of school. For me, I was not looking forward to start my first year of High School. I still had the middle school mentality. I was concerned that I was not ready for high school. I felt lost, confused, and anxious to this change. On the morning of August 31, as soon as I set foot in the premises of Wheaton high school, reality kicked in and I felt lost in the new high school environment. As I approached the entrance, I heard a noisy hallway filled with students that were older than me. They screamed and shouted as they were happy to see their classmates again. As I stepped inside Wheaton High School, my mind was completely filled with the feeling of being lost. I asked myself, where should I go? Then a monotonous voice on the speaker said, “Welcome class of 2012.” A rowdy crowd of older students shouted “boo!” and chanted their class year. While standing against the locker, I heard a familiar voice called out my name, “Tho, over here!” I turned to see who called my name. Finally, I spotted the familiar faces of my friends. They approached me and asked if I knew which room I was placed in. Suddenly a loud bell rang, vibrating through the whole school. I rushed without writing down the room number. As I begin to walk to class, I suddenly forgot where my room was located. I stood in the hallway completely confused as to what direction I should take. As I wondered around the school for minutes, a dark, tall, shadowy figure approached me and asked why I was not in class. I told him I was confused to where my class was located. He reached for his pocket and asked “What is your classroom number?” I...
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