The Worst Day Of My Life In A New School

At 6:00 am on a Monday morning, my veil of sleep was pierced by the blaring sound of the default alarm on my phone. In the pitch black, I fumbled for my cellphone to shut off the senseless noise I had grown to hate more any other sound. I lay in bed for a few minutes as I let myself wake up, and suddenly remembered; it was my first day at my new school. (SP #1) I felt a wave a dread wash over my body, flooding my mind with worry. Once I had dragged myself out of bed, I hopped into the shower to wash off the last remnants of sleep. I was too nervous to even think about eating, but still I poured a bowl of cereal; I forced a couple spoonfuls into my mouth until I couldn’t do it anymore and tossed the rest. Because it was my first day, my mom offered to drive me to school rather than me take the bus. I spent the fifteen minute car ride trying to calm myself down by

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

After throwing on my book bag I headed to school. It's a short drive since I live right in front of the school. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. The cold air stung my face and as I breathed, the frigid air escaped like smoke. I started up my old, beat-up car and prepared to go to the place I hated most. I glared at the stop sign and rolled to a stop, feeling my heart clench as a thousand memories tore into me. Every day, she would wait there for me, the sweetest smile on her face. With her absence, the frozen over stop sign mocked me for my stupidity. Shaking my head, I continued

Monday came and I have to go back to school. I left my mother’s house before sunrise, before she would wake up. I walked to the park alone. My boots made a crunching sound as I walked on top of the fresh blanket of snow. I set my bright red backpack down next to the swingset and sat down on a swing myself. The sun was still rising so it was nice to look up at the pink and orange sky. I close my eyes so I can feel the breeze run through my hair. Although I know it’s impossible, I just can’t help but hope that I’d dissolve into dust and fly away with the wind to somewhere far away. I open my eyes to find a group of kids walking with their school bags, so I grab my things and begin to walk in the direction of the school, assuming it was about to begin. I’m greeted by a rush of kids running into the school building or catching up with their friends.I Just continue to silently walk to my fifth grade classroom. I could feel everyone’s eyes watching me but I don’t care. I sit down and wait for the teacher to begin the lesson.

Zach is in his moms van driving to his new school. He had just moved to Menomonee Falls from his old home in New York. This would be his very first day of high school, he was nervous and was wishing he could be in new york going to school with his friends. The car then came to an abrupt stopped. He grabbed his backpack from the back seat. His mom than said “Have a great day at school. I love you.” Zach then replied with “Thanks, Love you too.” He hopped out of the car and walked into the huge school. Then he pulled a crumpled note out of his pocket and look at it. It was his locker number and combination. After 5 minutes of looking for his locker he found his beat up paint chipped locker. Zach grabbed the lock and put in the combination. The locker swung open with force. He quickly put his bag in it and than slammed it shut. Zach then looked at the clock and saw the time, he only had 2 minutes to get to his class. He ran to his class as fast as he could. He entered the class and saw an old balding man with blue polo and brown pants. Zach sat down it the first seat available, it was next to a boy that looked to be his age. The boy was wearing a stained yellow shirt and purple shorts. He had on a pair of glasses on and acne all over. The boy then turned to Zach and said “Hey you look new, I am Alex. What’s your name?” Zach responded by saying “I am Zach, and yeah I am new. I just moved from New York.” Alex said, “Oh that's cool” but then was cut off by the teacher. The teacher

I entered the school and the hot air hits my face. There are lots of people there, smiling. I didn’t know if it was a fake smile, but it made me feel welcomed. I went into the office to get my schedule. When I got it I went directly to my Science classroom and sat in my seat. The teacher called me up to introduce myself. “Great, just what I wanted, to make a fool out of myself on the first day.” My face felt numb and I wanted to go home. I went up and felt my voice struggling to get out, my body trembling as if I just fell into a tub of water. My first words came out“ M…..M…..My name’s Jeff.” At that moment I thought that I was done for, I was walking back to my seat, and I thought that I heard laughter. My face went red hot, and I thought that I was going to flip out, I just held it all in and started to listen as the teacher talked.

September 6th, the day we return back to school and sit within the walls of York High School. As I walk through the door, I see all the familiar faces whom I have not seen since the day school got out. I walk by the seniors, who are older but not too intimidating, and remember my days as a freshman where I was scared to even walk by an upperclassmen. On the other side of the lunchroom is the freshman. All huddled up and quiet, they are anxious yet scared for their new high school experience. Chatter started in every which way as more and more students entered the cafeteria to gather before the school day officially started. “Oh my gosh, hi! I missed you, how was your summer?” This was the friendly and half fake phrase many of the girls said to each other as they entered the room. The first bell rang at 7:45 AM, and every student stood up and one big cluster emerged.

“UHHHHH,” I have school today, could there be anything worse than school. I dressed in my school uniform and jumped down the stairs. I walked towards the cabinet to find my yearly supply of cheerios, but when I saw the date on the calendar I went to my room and change into my shorts. It was June 20th the first day of summer! No school for two more months. I was the type of kid who wanted to explore the unknown such as the deepest darkest places in the basement or the highest but darkest places like the attic. Today I will celebrate the first day of summer by going into the attic and look into some old boxes. I ate my breakfast quickly waiting to discover the wonders that waited to be discovered.

The day passed by slowly and and painfully, with nothing out of the ordinary. By 2:50, the end bell rung and my school day was over. Usually I would head downstairs to the senior bar and hang out before leaving, but today I decided to sprint home to finish my college application. During the train ride, I was relaxing, tapping my feet along with the beat of the hip hop music blasting through my Skullcandy earbuds. I closed my eyes, deciding to get some rest before I got home. Little do I know that my afternoon will be spent worrying about something else bigger than my future colleges.

“I can't believe it's time for school already,” I mumbled to myself as I turned off my alarm clock and rolled out of bed. It was the first day back to school after summer vacation, and I certainly wasn't feeling too happy about it. Early mornings, boring classes, lots of homework; the very thought of these things made me want to cover myself with blankets and never get up. Still, I didn't have much of a choice, so I got up, got dressed (in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers: my new favorite clothing combo), and made myself something to eat for breakfast.[i]I'm sure it won't be [b]all[/b] bad...[/i], I thought to myself as I ate. [i]At least I'll get to see my friends again, and maybe check out some of the new club activities.[/i] The more I thought about it, the better I felt about going back to school. After all, everything was going my way.

I got out of bed and threw on the clothes I had set out the night before. I made my bed, brushed my teeth, did my hair. It was just like any other day. I ran to the kitchen where i met my half asleep brother. He was bragging that he didn't have to go to school and i did. I wasn't hungry, but i forced myself to eat a waffle before the school bus got to our house. As the garage door raddled open, a bright stream of sunlight hit my face. The sound of the birds chirping and cars driving by greeted me as i waited outside. The ground was wet from a summer morning dew. Except, it wasn't summer anymore. In the corner of my eye, I see a long yellow school bus coming around the block. Its brakes screech and the doors fling open. I climb on board, only to realise that i am one of the first people on. I find a seat and sit back in a comfy position. After a few stops, I hear some familiar voices. We talk about our worries and concerns for a while but then we arrive.

On August 14, 2015 it was my first day at FHS. My alarm turned on at 6:30 a.m and the sun was shinning through my window, plus the smell of fresh air blew through my window. As, I was about done getting ready, my sister as if I wanted breakfast, she made, french toast with strawberries and bananas on the side. Knowing that the bus was arriving, I asked my sister to drop me off at school, because I was scared and nervous. I honestly didn't know what to expect, for my first day of school.

My life has been weird. I’m made fun of by my teachers, kids and parents. I got bullied yesterday by The Brett Anderson, that thinks he’s better than me. I have ragged clothes, old shoes and no electronics at home. Speaking of home, my dad left and I’m stuck with my mother who hates me. She left me when I was young and came back just in time for my 7th grade year which was this year. She left when my dad spent all of his money on the lottery. My mom doesn’t care about me, and she only came back because she loves my dad, but since my dad left she has been a mad wreck. I don't care that my parents hate me. I would rather be alone than bullied by my parents. At school there is no one that cares for me. One day, Mr.Halla (my science teacher) made me stay after class and clean up the room because I sneezed. People don't like me, and that’s a fact. Enough about my past, let's get onto the story.

It’s warm and sunny in Webster, Tennessee. The day is August 16, 2017. To most of the town, it is just another day of the usual life. But to the children, the air is filled with dread. Tomorrow is the day that school starts. The young children are excited to show off all their new school supplies and summer scars. The older children dread going to school and seeing all the people they avoided over the summer. One thing is true for both ages: school is starting and there is nothing they can do to stop it.

“I’ll be right there!” I said as I packed my belongings into my backpack. This is my third year in high school, and next year is my last, so I have to make these days count. As I walked towards the school entrance, leaves were blown into the air by the wind and the smell of oak wood trees filled my lungs. There were students everywhere enlightened to get to class; the sound of autumn leaves crackling when students stepped on them made a very satisfying sound to new. I could still taste the flavour of my peanut butter sandwich that I had this morning for breakfast; It was quite cold out, so I had my hands inside my pocket, gasping for warmness. “Hey Yama! I’m here, let's head to class now.” I said.