Essay On I Will Never Get A Second Impression

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People say that you never get a second chance to make a first impression. While this may be true in some cases, it certainly isn’t for mine. The day started off like any other weekend would for a Kindergartener. I woke up late in the afternoon, looking forward to a day of lying around, watching cartoons, and coloring some pictures. I was in the middle of watching a random cartoon show with my sister when I heard my mom yelling from upstairs, telling us to get ready. We remained sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the television, completely disregarding her words. After all, it was a weekend. Where could we possibly have to go? Our mother descended down the stairs, an impatient look on her face. “I thought I told you to get ready,” she…show more content…
My mother started chatting with the woman who had opened the door, who turned out to be the host of the party. Spotting me behind my mother, she let out a short laugh, and said, “All the kids are playing upstairs. You can go join them if you want.” I tugged on the hem of my mother’s shirt, silently asking her for permission. She turned around and made a shooing motion with her hands, urging me to go play with the other kids. I ran into the dining room and found my sister, tugging her with me up the stairs. As we neared the top, we could already hear the commotion that everyone was causing, and between squeals of laughter and shrieks of surprise, a feeling of doubt began to creep up inside me. What kind of trouble was I getting myself into? As soon as we reached the living room, the girl who was tumbling in the middle of the room first caught my eye. She looked quite similar to the woman who had opened the door for us, so I assumed that she was her daughter. Her hair was short, maybe only shoulder-length, but it was hard to tell with her constantly doing flips and tumbles on the floor. When she saw that there were now two more people upstairs, she stood up and smiled, blurting out, “Hi! My name is Annie. Who are you?” Her instant cheerfulness intrigued me, but seeing that she was a third grader, I was also a little intimidated. My sister introduced both of us, and I simply nodded my head as she spoke. Annie smiled,
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