Personal Narrative: My Sixth Year Of School

“Koen?” Mr. Blume, my sixth grade teacher read off the roll sheet. “Here!” Koen said as he raised his hand. It was the first day of my sixth grade year. I was sitting straight up in my desk while wearing my brand new school clothes. My mom had curled my hair for this special occasion, and I was even allowed to wear a bit of mascara on my eyes. “Mia?” Mr. Blume read. Another girl sitting across the room from me had perked up, and her and I simultaneously shouted, “Here!” “Mia Aicher?” Mr. Blume clarified. “Oh, that’s me!” The girl across the room replied. She had on a blue plaid flannel over a black sparkly tank top. Her hair was long and brown with natural curls flowing throughout it. “Thank you, alright… Mia Bunker?” Mr. Blume continued. “Here!” I said again, this time it really …show more content…
As I had started my sixth year of school I had known of the other girl my age with the same name as me. I knew she was gorgeous, and everyone seemed to gravitate towards her. I was an awkward, tall and scrawny, short-haired girl who was going through my pubescent stage of life, so of course I was skittish towards her. When I saw that she was in my class that year I was excited, but also nervous to actually have to converse with her. At first, I sat on one side of the room while she sat across from me, so naturally, I could avoid her for a while. Growing up I had been somewhat of a shy girl. I never had a hard time making friends or walking up and starting a new friendship on the playground with a kid I had never talked to before. All my life I had been very outdoorsy and absolutely loved playing outside. Being on the playground was where I was happiest. As I grew up and moved to two different schools from fourth to sixth grade, I had begun to lose my outgoing personality. I became shyer and was less likely to start new conversations with new people since I was out of my comfort