Jaya Eastman Narrative

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

The first day of high school was horrible as expected. Students poured into the classroom knowing who to sit by since they had gone to middle

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

The sky was bright and the birds were sitting on the tree branches singing their songs. I layed in bed slowly trying to pull myself out of bed. It would be my first day back to school in 3 days. I reach for my phone to look at the time. 7:15. Schools already started so there is no point in going. The teachers will understand. I set my phone back down on the nightstand. After a few minutes pass by I hear my phone buzz. It’s a text from my friend, Britney.

My first day of school was the biggest shock of all; the children were the complete opposite of what I had dealt with for the past five years. There were people from all around the world with so many different languages, religions and opinions that it was hard to keep track. I quickly became

First day of school as a ninth grader must be the worse/best feeling ever as a teenager. Being a freshman in high school after being the upper classmen in middle school felt very disappointing. It felt as if I was starting all over again. Which I was. High

The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and

I gobbled that down in like three seconds flat. ( Not kidding) I walked over to the front hall and grab my tennis shoes. I look at them while i am lacing them up. Aqua pink, and black shoelaces. I walk out the front door and start to run. When i got to the park and hour later i started to walk. I love to run because it cleanses my mind. I also give me the feeling that i am fre. I think that i should start to go home because it has been three hours since i left the house. The mood started to darken th. The sky suddenly turned black as the night. The kids and their parents got in the car and drove away. Ii turned around only to find that i was the only living thing in site.Frantically thinking i heard

My mom call me to the kitchen. I rushed down stairs as if I was a cheetah trying to catch my prey. I kissed my mom on the cheek ten times and said thank you, thank you, thank you. I ran outside. I layed on the grass thinking what would happen the next day, but my thoughts went away

The sun was shining through the sheer, transparent curtains in our condo room. I could hear a quiet murmur coming from the porch, knowing people had been up since six, drinking coffee and chatting. I got up and carefully folded the blanket I had been sleeping with. I walked into the kitchen. My aunt and my mom were sitting at the island, which took up the majority of the spacious kitchen. They each had a loaf of bread and were making turkey and ham sandwiches. I said hello and grabbed one of the pancakes in the middle of the island and tore a piece off and walked to my room. I knew were going out on the lake and grabbed a swim suit.

The sun was out, the sky was blue it was beautiful day in Southern California as it usually was. My mom had just woken me up from my sweet, sweet dreaming and was now tugging my hair in an extremely painful way to get all the knots out. I dressed myself in my red and blue plaid shorts, black Tinkerbell shirt, my hot pink high tops, and my trendy rolling backpack. I ate my breakfast as I rushed out the door as I was habitually late to school. Once I got to school I ran straight towards the playground to find my fifth grade clique of friends before the bell rang for class. Ten minutes later the bell went off and the whole school froze until the whistle of the yard duty blew and everyone ran to their class lines. My teacher was taking longer than usual, so I asked my friend if she wanted to play a hand game as

I open my eyes and see a light at the end of the tunnel. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” Ugh shut up! My alarm clock was loud. My dream was a little creepy, it was almost like I was dead. My little brother Ty and I have to go to school early in the morning. So, every morning I get ready for school at 5:30am then at 7:30 I wake Ty up.

2nd grade came around. I felt like a whole new person. It was my first couple of days in school, and already I was being picked on. There were some girls who would take my things and throw them. I

It was the summer before my final year at my favorite place, Marshall Middle School. What I did not know was that I would never go back or get to say goodbye to my friends. I was ready for school the week after school was over for the summer because all I wanted to do was to see my friends everyday. When I finally decided to get up I was in my room, four white walls and the biggest window that I have ever seen. The sun poked its little nose through my window. My mom called my sisters and I out, her voice was soft as velvet which was weird, so my heart starts to beat I can hear the birds outside singing their lovely song, so I start to calm down but I know something was amiss. My room was warm, but as I opened my door a cold breeze came straight

But now I was confronted with one of the most difficult moments of my life thus far, transitioning from a relatively small middle school to a high school with upwards of 3,000 kids. I was faced with overwhelming nervousness on my first day of my freshman year, although I did not have anything to be afraid of. Old Bridge High School is divided into two buildings- a designated building for ninth graders, and a main building, as we call it, where all sophomores, juniors, and seniors have their classes. I was never exposed to the main building before my sophomore year, therefore, I remember the first day of my sophomore year being the most nerve-wracking, even more so than my first day of high school. This building was huge- there were older kids who knew where they had to be, and there was me, and many other now-sophomores, using their map to find their way to first period geometry. It took me a couple of weeks to adapt to my schedule, and even longer to adapt to the school. Because I didn’t know anyone who had gone through my school before me, I had no one to ask questions to, no one to help me around or with my work- I was all on my own, which made it that much more