Lolo-Personal Narrative

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

Since the first day of kindergarten, Lauri Bruning and I quickly became best friends. We hit it off immediately and were inseparable from the very start. Lauri had always been an awkwardly long, gawky child. Pairing that with her blonde hair, I used to call her a banana. She had funny mannerisms, round wire-framed glasses, and a gap between her front teeth. We were both painfully shy and didn’t have many other friends, so Lauri and I often had sleepovers at each other’s houses where we could celebrate in our weirdness together. In the summer, Lauri would came to my house, where we would pretend to be magical mermaids in my parent’s pool. Then when we went to Lauri’s house, we would push each other on her tire swing at the edge of the woods

So school was a flop. I figured everybody would ignore me since I was the new kid. I guess this school likes picking on newbies. Worst first day ever. Figured if i’m going to live with Cora for a while might as well make the best of it. “Hey Cora. I don’t think I made a good first impression. Can I start over?” I asked.

I remember waking up that morning feeling rather pleasant. That was until I remembered it was Monday. I really didn’t want to go to school that day. I was in second grade and already wanted to graduate. I thought I was done. Nothing was ever fun at school it seemed. There was a girl in my class named Vanessa that always seemed like to make my life miserable, her hair was absolutely gorgeous. Ringlets of chocolate brown that shined down her back. It made me sick . She’d always glare at me and make rude comments that got on my nerves. However, there was something that wasn’t all bad at school and that was my teacher. She handed out candy to everyone just about everyday. And she always had a big smile on her face. She was my “protector.” Mrs.Armstrong

But my mom and aunt assured me that everything will be fine and that kids here are very kind and friendly. Though I wanted to run back to my mom and go home with her, I decided against it and followed the counselor to Ms. Algers’ fourth grade classroom. As soon as I walked in, Ms. Algers’ introduced me to the whole class, and my soon-to-be classmates greeted me with a nod, smile, or “hello’s”. Though everyone was warm, there was this one girl who went above and beyond to make me feel welcomed, her name was Emma. She had blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, loved to play soccer, participated in student body activities, and wore abundant pastel colored shirts. She had prepared a welcome card and a pencil for me on my first day of school. She even introduced me to her friends, showed me around the classroom, sat with me during lunch, and played with me during recess. Her kindness made me feel like I belonged there and helped me get over my fears in a short amount of

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood hood, so everyday for me was difficult not knowing if I will eat or sleep on the streets. I can remember the moment where my father abandoned my mother and I. I was very young at the time I had just turned 7 years old. My father and mother had a very unhappy relationship it was very easy to tell they were not happy. I remember it was a Monday, November 4, 2002 my mother was staying with my aunt because my aunt was diagnosed with cancer and my mother was helping her out. It was my birthday I was so excited that day because I was suppose to get a gift from my father. I woke up that morning ran quickly to his room to find him not there, I ran outside thinking he was fixing his car or just rebuilding the birdhouse

I heard a crash and a boom downstairs and paused my horror movies I did not think anything about it at first so I went downstairs and when I saw a shadowy figure dart across the kitchen I freaked out and tried to keep myself calm as my heart was racing then I ran upstairs as fast as I could.

Justine has long flowy hair and she's very open-minded. Ava has medium length hair, glasses that suit her face nicely, and a very random personality. Last but not least, Cami. She has short hair that compliments her long face, Cami could talk for hours and she wouldn't get tired, for Alice it was nice being around so much energy. They talked for about ten minutes until the first bell rang. Once they were all up from their seats, they continued towards class. Everyone heading their own direction. Alice entered homeroom and went to sit at her desk; which was located in corner of the room. She sat and listened to the teacher for 45 minutes until a loud noise heard over the speakers rang: the bell. It was time to go to second period. Alice stepped out of the classroom and walked through the filled halls. People running, shouting at each other from across the hall, others stopping to talk to friends, then there was Alice. Alice had earphones playing music. She walked softly in the halls, the least attention put on her the better. This was an everyday routine for her, not one she enjoyed very much. Walking alone, noticing how others talk to each other while she moves along unnoticed.

It was a warm september night in idaho falls and i was at a gymnastic gym but it was open to everybody that is why i was there. Kids laughing, music playing and all smiles. I was one of the kids having a good time until… I decided to go on a platform , below there was a foam pit you could jump into . The platform standing at about 8 feet tall. I climbed onto the platform and out of the corner of my eye i see shining in silver great big S hook… So I decided to put it on my belt loop and hang over the pit. I was hanging for about 10 seconds and my friend was holding on the the rope that the hook had hung and I said “pull me up” and just like that it went quite.

When I open my eyes and look out my window all I can see is the fence. That ugly,

A shot of excitement washed over me like a wave washing onto sand, as I stepped into my fourth hour of the day for the first time. Stopping in the doorway, my eyes took in the small space that was in front of me; the long wooden desks with bright orange, metal chairs resting at their sides, to the small black bookshelf that was covering the back wall. In between was the long black table protruding from the left wall and dated couches with floral print in the back. As I finally stepped into the classroom, I saw the teacher. She was an older woman with short, boyish style gray hair, she had a plump frame and was a little bit taller than my 5’5 frame. On the bridge of her nose rested a small pair of circular glasses. “Hello class, I’m Ms. Naz,” her voice boomed. I scrambled to take my seat that was, thankfully, near the front. Scanning the classroom once more I hoped that I would find some of my friends. Seeing a girl who was in my second hour class, I made a mental note to try and talk to her later; beside her, I couldn’t find any of my newly made friends. I’m just going to love this class, a sarcastic voice in the back of my head exclaimed.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm went off. “Ugh,” I sighed in grief. Why did it have to be the end of the summer. The the time of year when I had to go back to the place I dreaded most in life, school. Everybody was always picking on me and all. After I got out of my deep thoughts, I went downstairs and ate my breakfast. Then, when I finished eating I went upstairs to do my morning routine. While I was doing my hair in the bathroom, I heard a knock at the door. Who could be knocking at the door this early in the morning, I asked myself. Then when I opened the door, my best friend, Layla embraced me with a warm hug. “Hey! Are you ready for school,” she said ecstatically. Oh I forgot to mention that me and Layla have known each other since 2nd grade, so we always do stuff together, including

The year was 2010 and it was the first day of first grade. The thought of leaving my mom everyday terrified me. My brother and sister were already in the car ready to go, as I whined to my mom about how it wasn’t any fun. We argued back and forth, until I eventually gave in and got in the car. We approached the school, and I held onto my mom’s hand as tight as I could. We walked through the two doors, and my stomach lurched at the site of all the people. I hated school last year. The only good thing was being able to see my best friend from kindergarten, Liberty, and Mrs. Obrien, which I called Mrs. Oreo. We stood in the back, and listened to the principle of the school welcome us back. The bell rang, and we walked through the hall with all the other dozens of people. We turned the corner and I saw her. She had a brown with blond streaks bob cut, and she was an average height, but she wore a scowl on her face.

I must've of imagined it, so I turn around and head to class. Once in I take a seat next to a girl named Sammy, she is a ginger from head to toe. The red curly hair, the freckles nearly covering her body, and the haunting look in her shinny green eyes.

On the first day of school I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to my alarm clock. I woke up and got dressed, in which I wore dark blue jeans, and a buttoned up shirt which I wore tucked in. I brushed my hair thoroughly and left it down. Then, My Dad drove me to school, and walked me up to the door. We said goodbye, I gave him a kiss, and then I walked not my new adventure. When I walked into the school, I headed to the old gym, in which I went looking for my friend. When I found my friend, Izzy, we hugged each other and jumped up and down out of pure excitement. After we talked for a few moments the bell rang and we headed for the exit. As we passed through the hallway I noticed that the white board in the hallway said to report to your home room