That School Year

I woke up that morning with a frown on my face. It was the first day of seventh grade, and to tell you the truth I did not feel like going. I had woken up to my mom yelling, "Dylan, wake up!" That didn't make me happy.

I went into the kitchen with a sad look on my face.

"Are you OK Dylan? You look kinda bummed," my mom asked.

"Perfectly fine Mom," I mumbled. At this moment I just wanted to go back to bed. But there was no chance of that happening.

Once, I was done eating breakfast I went upstairs to my room to get changed. I put on a VANS shirt and black shorts. Then I went to brush my teeth and hair.

I got my backpack, said bye to my mom, then went out the door to walk to the bus stop. I started thinking about how this school year would be. Better? Would I make any new friends?

I took a seat at the bench where the bus stop was. There were tons of people there waiting but I didn't feel like talking to any of them. I barely knew them.

I sat there for ten minutes until the bus finally arrived. I got up and headed on the bus and found an empty seat.

I already knew today might be somewhat of a bad day. The first day always is. Your shy, and always tired from getting up so early, being used to waking up at ten or later over the summer.

I was in the courtyard when my best friend, Timothy sat next to me.

"How was your summer, Dylan?" He asked.

"Better than what I'm doing now." I said.

He laughed and I did too. He thought it was pretty funny.

Then the bell rang. I walked into the seventh grade building, ready for the first day.