I walked up the steps, only to see several students scattered everywhere confused. It was loud, as I trudged through them to get to my locker. I had nothing organized and had no idea where any of my friends were. Standing there wishing summer wasn’t over. I didn’t know if I could handle the middle school. Slowly I turn myself around. There I was, a new sixth grader at Port Clinton Middle School terrified, yet hopeful.
I was excited that I was finally in the middle school, but also extremely nervous. The only thing I could feel were butterflies in my stomach. I start glancing around seeing each clique together, all talking. The jocks to my right. I looked to the left and saw my friends on the couches. I join them, I finally feel some reassurance
I was excited that I was finally in the middle school, but also extremely nervous. The only thing I could feel were butterflies in my stomach. I start glancing around seeing each clique together, all talking. The jocks to my right. I looked to the left and saw my friends on the couches. I join them, I finally feel some reassurance