“My First Day of High School” (Rough Draft #3)
It was a dazzling sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of sapphire and there was a gentle breeze in the air. I stepped out of my mom’s shiny beige minivan as she said “Good Luck” to me. I forced up a weak smile on my face as I rapidly shoved the door, making a whooshing noise as I shut it. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the main entrance. With my heart pounding, I was shaking nervously from within. I thought to myself, “It’s only the first day.”
It was the first day of the rest of my life, that is, my grown up life. My stomach was anxiously groaning for food as I had realized I had forgotten to eat breakfast that morning. I slowly walked forward as I started looking at all the other kids; most were in large groups and all talking and laughing about the latest new gossip. I felt very small, like I was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth.
As I glanced down at the steep stairs that I had to climb to get to my locker, I felt a slight nauseous feeling. My cumbersome backpack outweighed my body mass, and the books I was carrying left vague red marks now imprinted on my arms. I sensed as though I was being stared at by two thousand people, feeling empty and clueless. As I finally got situated with my locker, I ran down the list of classes and scrolled my finger to pick out the books I would need for my first two periods.
As I trotted into my first class, I felt like an elephant about to perform a circus trick. All eyes were on me, all twenty-eight students glaring into my pale face. I chose a seat in the middle of the classroom, trying really hard to blend in. I scanned the room. The rest of the students appeared to be in complete shock themselves, as though they were about to be rigorously questioned in a murder trial. I suddenly remembered that we were all the same. All were freshmen at a new school. All twenty-eight of us had petrified...