My Favorite Subject

There was a time when I was young and naive; more than I am now as this event is taking place around seven years ago. It was the ordinary school day, starting with my mom dropping me off through carpool, eating a granola bar in the car since I was late sleeper and whiner. Every single morning of my second-grade year, we started with vocabulary words and this day happened to be a Monday, meaning we would receive new words to cut and paste into a small notebook. Frankly, I did not enjoy that being the first activity of the day. Grammar has nevr and will nevre be my favorite subject. Walking try into the r oom I have faced the same consistent problem of locating someone to attempt to talk to. These phases of my life I was a small, shy child, not the typical outgoing person I am to this day and many people are used to. I didn't have any friends or acquaintances as it was my first year attending a public school. My eyes glancing around the room, I settle on to sit next to a girl with sandy blonde hair in a mohawk and crooked teeth. Her name was Cooper. We instantly began to talk and she seemed nice enough towards me for me to continue sitting there. Everything was nice and calm. We were …show more content…
Then there was a scream and a teeny, less than a centimeter cut with a tiny amount of blood. Everything kicked in. I felt like everyone was staring at me and that I've become a murderer. I was immediately rushed out of the room and into a room where I would talk to the principal and counselor. This is was the schools opening year, and as it had only been a month or two into the school, this was like an interrogation. I had burst into tears, shaking my boots. I didn't really know what I had done wrong as she told me to do. I started with talking to the counselor who started to ask me had I felt and tons of other questions. Until the one question did arrive that no one would believe me