Personal Narrative: My First Day At Cedarwood High School

Each days the same, I wake up to my alarm clock going off reading 5:30 a.m. marking the end of and get out of bed. ‘Great, only an hour of sleep’, I think to myself while rolling my eyes and blowing out in exasperation. I continue with my morning routine. Which consists of me showering, then getting dressed and doing my hair and make-up. I feel like a fraud. ‘That’s because you are. But it’s okay. Soon enough you won’t be one anymore.’ It takes me 25 minutes to get to Cedarwood High. Once I arrive I head straight to my locker. On the way there about 10 people already say hello to me, just like every other morning. And just like every other morning, I wave and say hello with a genuine smile on my face. Everyone knows the name ‘Dakota Michael’. They all know the self confident, beautiful, funny senior. The one that all the girls want to be and the girl that all the guys wish they had. But they don't know the whole story, and that’s exactly how I want …show more content…
I’m usually the one paying the most attention but lately all I have been able to do is sit here and look out of the window. Today is different from yesterday's nice, cool, autumn day. Today it’s much more windy, there’s more leaves falling. From where I am observing them from the window, I can see them tumble from the big tree that’s on the side of the school with my favorite bench right underneath it, perfect for reading during my free hour. Now as I’m looking at the old thing, with its’ chipped burgundy paint, I know that I’ll never get to experience that again. Nor will I ever hear my best friend laugh at me for missing fifth hour once again for falling asleep under that tree. All these things are what I’m giving up but i just can’t do it anymore. ‘It’s not like you’ll be missed anyways. You should just get it over with.’ I shake my head to rid myself of the voice. I should have known that it wouldn't help. It never