Abby:
It was my first day of senior year and I was happy. There wasn’t gonna be anything to bring me down at all this year. I was leaving Orange County and going to Oakland. I grinned and drove into Oakland on a Tuesday morning. I walked along by myself and sighed. I was pretty good looking if you ask me.
Some 10th graders looked over at me as I got out of my car and locked it. I walked towards the school and smiled. When I walked in, I went into the office. “I’d like to enroll myself.” I said. The desk clerk smiled. “Our counselor will assist you with this.” She said, showing me to the counselors office.
When I walked in, I sat down in one of the chairs. The room was a cream colour. I looked at the desk lady and she told me Mrs. Carol, (My counselor) was ready to see me. I stood up, put my bag over my shoulder and went in. She typed on her computer and got my classes ready. I sat there as she took me to my first period.
