Personal Narrative: Middle School

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About a week before it finally hit me . I was going to be in middle school. I had walk through to get my classes in 2 hours and I had never been to this school. I only knew a couple people. When the time came I was scared out of my pants. My mom yelled, ”Let's go Dylan, you don't want to be late.” I slowly walk down the stairs into the car. After I was done with walk through I thought it really wasn't that bad, but now I really have to go to school in TWO days. Its Saturday and my mom is about to take me to get my supplies.

I rolled over to the sun shining in my eyes I loved rolling over during summer and knowing that I don't have to get up. But then fear came straight to my head. I had to go to school. I had to get my butt out of bed so I wasn't late for my first day of school. “Noooooooooooooo” I yelled. I had to get ready, so I rolled out of bed like a slug and made a BOOM as I fell on the ground. And like always, my brothers were standing right outside my door to get the best laugh they ever had from me falling of my bed. That morning I wasn't ready, I was tired, and not looking forward to school, and really nervus. I asked my dad, “Why do I have to go to school” with a stupid look on my face. …show more content…
I look at the clock on the wall at the clock said 8:15!! I had to be at my first class in 2 minutes. I felt my heart start beating out of my chest. I ran over to my dad and yelled we have to go it’s 8:15. My dad calmly pulled out his phone and it said 8:05. “What's the big deal” he said. I was scared to death, the clock on the wall didn't have the right time. We finally got over to my school. We pulled up and I took a huge breath and walked out. I heard my dad say “hope you have a good day.” I walked in not knowing where to go. I started running but I finally found my advisory class by the time the bell

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