Personal Narrative: My First Week In High School

It was a Thursday night, on my first week of kindergarten. I hadn’t made many friends because I was so use to playing with my sister, that I wasn’t sure if I knew how to make friends. I wasn’t shy when I was around my immediate family, but if you would put me in a room with people that I didn’t know. Well, I wouldn’t say a word. I would be so quiet that I would just sit there and you could forget that I was in the room. I was up running through all my stuff that I would have to be doing for my first ever cheerleading tryouts. I was so nervous, and it wasn’t even actually happening yet. I was set in a cycle of doing my dance, then cheer, then the chant, and finishing up with jumps because that was the order that they said we were going do it. I was determined to perform everything perfectly. Eventually, my mom made me come and eat dinner and as soon as I was done eating, I …show more content…
I could hardly concentrate, I mean eve less than a kindergartener usually does. When the school day ended, after what felt like forever, I went home to get ready. I put on my black shorts and solid white shirt like they told us to wear and began to practice just a little bit more. Then my mom told me that it was time to leave so I grabbed my bag that had my water and little snack in it, and went out to the car. On the way over I could feel the nervousness growing like a ball in my stomach. I was continually running through the routine is my head and stressing more with each passing second on how good I would do. Once we got there, I walked through the big double doors into the gym and put my stuff down at the front of the gym. You could tell which girls had cheered before because they were all calm and relaxed like they knew everything perfectly, which only add more to the panic attack that was happening inside