My palms were sweating, my breathing shallow, you would think that I'm in haunted house, or on a roller coaster, but I'm not. I'm walking into the giant middle school gym, I here the chatter of 300 pre teens and their conversations about how much fun they had over the summer. I know I shouldn't be so scared, I mean I do know some of the kids here, from my school last year, but there are a lot that I don't know. I go to check In, they have it divided into alphabetical order by last name. I go to a tall skinny teacher with bleach blonde hair that has a name tag that says
"Hello my name is...
Mrs.McVal"
she looks friendly, I pick up my schedule and go try to find where my first period class was sitting.
When I reached their spot on the bleachers, I sat down and didn't talk to anyone. I noticed a few people from last year,but most people in my first period class where from a different elementary school.
"Come this way my room is just down the hall", explains our teacher. I am staying quite and keeping to myself.
My math teacher is a middle aged women with dirty blonde mid-length hair named mrs.V, she has a really long last name that I already forgot so I'm just going to stick with mrs.V.
After a long period of hearing all about the schedule, dress code,cafeteria expectations, and responsibility the bell finally rang. I wasn't totally sure where my second period class was so i followed this boy, that I met on Instagram. the day everyone got their schedules everybody posted theirs on Instagram turns out that me and this boy have the same schedule. after we realized that we had the same schedule, we started talking,but I have never met him in real life. his name is Lawrence. He seems pretty cool, he has a purple cast on his wrist witch is funny because on the first day of fourth grade I had a purple cast on my wrist.
"Hey, paige"
I turn around to see where the source of the voice is coming from.
All I can say is that Lawrence is a LOT cuter In person
