Fifth grade is over and here comes a new year sixth grade. I really don’t know how I feel or how I am supposed to feel about it. I mean should I be happy, excited, mad I don’t know how I should feel it something new. A new start and a time to make memories. Time is winding down to the first day of sixth grade. As I start to realize I’m going to middle school and this isn't all just a dream, it’s real life. The day has come where I walk through the doors of my new school, middle school. All I see it commotion, laughter, smiles, loud voices talking about what they have done that summer or how they missed them and was so excited to see them. Middle school was not as scary as I thought. I mean it’s nothing different just differences in schedules
