Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day In New School

As I walked into my new school on the first day I was completely petrified. I have never experienced a scarier thing than walking into a new school half way through the year and being the new girl. I knew nobody, not one person. I felt alone in this big world called Middle School. My first day went okay, I mean everybody stared at me ask me for my name and I just was that new quiet girl who didn't say anything. The hardest part of the day was lunch I sat in the bathroom all alone hearing toilets flush as I was eating my tuna fish sandwich. Most of these things happen in movies, but in real life this is what actually happened. But I didn't mind it was better than sitting next to total strangers who would have probably judged me by my looks, …show more content…
Something cute, something deep, something totally random. As I walked into my front door my mom, dad and my sister all greeted me and ask how my first day was, I told them it was perfect. Although I was lying inside I hated my new school, mostly because I knew nobody. After I told them how my day was perfectly fine, I ran upstairs to my new room I jumped on my bed that was laying on the floor and began to search through all these boxes to find my Sketch Book. I finally found it and was ecstatic as I flip through the pages to find a blank page.I grabbed my pencils and began to draw. First, I drew clouds, then I drew animals, every animal has its own separate continent it seems like. At dinner we were talking about all our first day my mom and dad’s first day at work, my sister's first day along with mine.We all said that our day was good and nothing was wrong, but we all knew each other were lying …show more content…
But I've been bullied at every school I've been to I know what they were saying about me it wasn't that I had pretty hair or cute eyes it was that I was ugly or fat. So I ran upstairs to my room and started again on of my favorite drawings. It involved animals because I have a lot of different drawings in my sketchbook that revolve around animals because I love them and they can't be rude. They can't be mean, can't say bad things about you and spread rumors all they can do is love and adore you for who you are and how many treat to give them. The next day I told one of my friends that I was eating lunch with about the girl who refused to touch feet with me and she told me that, that girl would never do that because she was too nice but I told her that she did.Three months have passed since I started to school and I've made friends, I know people who act like they've known me for a while but they have only known me for a couple months. After entering my favorite drawing into a contest, I found out that it would be published in a magazine that was going to be sold around the