Personal Narrative: The First Day Of Seventh Grade

The First Day of Seventh Grade “Ring Ring,” sang the clock. I open my eyes. “The first day of seventh grade,” I groaned. I leak out of my bed, reluctant to get up. I drag my feet as I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. “Good morning,” said Mom cheerfully. “Ugg,” I groaned, “I don’t want to go to school.” “It will be fun,” Mom said. Even she knew that wasn't true. “Yeah right, it will be as boring and miserable as every day of school.” “You don’t know that, maybe you should give 7th grade a try, you might even like it.” “Whatever,” I mumble. I hobble over to the pantry and grab my cereal. I grab a bowl and a spoon and start shoveling those tiny disgusting circles down my throat. After breakfast my Dad drives me to school. “Have a good day,” said my Dad …show more content…
I walk down the hall and into the gym with all of the other kids. The first thing I do is trip over my own two feet and faceplant, hard. Luckily only everyone saw that so it wasn’t too embarrassing. I turn red, I walk over to an open spot by the wall to sit down. I heard snickers, I just wanted to be alone. After we were finally dismissed from the gym, I{ walk to my locker and start unloading my heavy bag. When I almost have everything in my locker, everything in my hand falls to the ground. I hear a crack as my brand new pencil box shatters. I pick up everything that fell and jam it in my lock, I pocket a pencil and move on to my first period