Personal Narrative: When I Go To A New School

The alarm goes off. It is 7 a.m. when I jump up out of bed. I quickly make my way to the shower where I’m eager to begin my day. The thoughts that haunt every kid on the first day of a new school began to race across my head. “Will they like me? Will I be cool or will I be like one of those kids who sits in the corner all by himself and doesn’t talk to anyone?” In my mind I had envisioned that the kids would all like me. After all, I never came across people who didn’t like me. Even if they did, I never noticed. I prayed to the Lord that this would be a life changing experience for me and I would be able to make new friends. I quickly raced to the car in a jocular manner. I couldn’t contain my excitement that I was about to go to a new school. Somewhere along the car ride, it had occurred to me that I had no idea where to begin with making friends. After all, most of my friends up until that point where theatre people I did shows with. I effaced that thought from my mind and decided I was going to make the most of it. I never once had …show more content…
I had made a new friend who I really liked. Her and I clicked in our personalities and we had so much fun hanging out together after school. Even though I was suspended fi the basketball team for a bad algebra grade, I thought my life was going pretty well. It wasn’t until the night of the Christmas concert that my world was forever shattered. As my friend had informed me, the other guys in my class made fun of me. They would call me out for being gay behind my back. I had no idea why either. She explained to me that my flamboyant personality on top of my love of musical theatre was the main reasoning behind their conclusions. Still, no one except my friend had asked me whether I was in fact gay or not. To which I responded with a no. Still, the thoughts inundated and I was starting to be skeptical of everyone and everything around