Middle School-Personal Narrative

As I moved into middle school there was something missing. A huge part of my life that had been there forever was gone. It was like a huge hole was taken out of me. For the first time in my life, I did not have recess. A wonderful time to spend with friends, to hang out, and to have fun. Recess is such an abbreviated period of time, but everyday I remember waiting to run outside and play around with my friends. Once we got outside I was ecstatic, and wanted to run, jump, and talk to friends.
This is the sound of the bell. It rings
DING, DING, DING. The one bell I did not dread of the day. Running down the hallway to the playground, I could hear all of the kids yelling and screaming. It was the best moment of the day, when I could see all of my friends, no matter what class they were in. We would run around and create our own games. It was the best time of my life; playing with my friends with little, to no supervision from teachers because they were to busy in the teacher's lounge.
His eyes hurt and mild, he waits, holding his things.
But he knows a while well, and longs for the clang of the bell. …show more content…
She was shy and did not want to talk to anyone in class, but instead sat alone during class and recess. I felt horrible because recess should be the best time of the entire day, and this girl was sitting alone and sad. I knew what I had to do, even if it meant ditching my friends. I walked over to this girl and sat next to her. At first she did not want to talk to me because she just wanted this abhorrent day to be over, but after a while, she spoke to me. She said her name was Riley. We talked the whole rest of recess and after a few days I introduced her to my friends; who to my surprise she instantly clicked with. I was so happy to have a new friend and to make someone feel better, and not all