Personal Narrative: My Trip To Thomas Russell Middle School

As I walked out of my car and into Thomas Russell Middle School, I felt a strange sensation churning in my stomach. This almost always happened whenever I started going to a new school. I was almost so sure that everyone could smell my fear. It was the 11th of August, 2016, and the air was as humid as a hot sauna. Some leaves fell, but the majority of the green and yellow leaves stayed on the tall trees. As I trudged through the side entrance of my school, I spotted a few familiar faces that were smiling at me when I passed by them. I sheepishly waved at them, then joined in my small group of friends. Nervously, I checked my watch to see if the bell was going to ring soon, but we still had 30 minutes until school started. I slowly got a little