It was a boiling hot day in August. I was sad that summer was over. As I walk into the big brick building, the cold air felt good as I walked in. Just like any other day, but this one was different. I’ve been to this place. I don't know how many times I’ve been to this place? It was the first day of high school!
As I walked in, I had no idea where to go. Scared and nervous at the same time. I just stayed put by my locker. I tried to find someone I knew. Those 5 minutes felt like 20 minutes. After those 5 minutes, I finally saw people that I knew.
Then all of a sudden, the first bell rang. We all stared at our schedules to see where our first class was. First class I had was math in room 224. I tried to get there as quick as I could. Hoping not to be late.
As the end of the day slowly came, I couldn't wait to get home. One bad thing was that I need a lot of things for each class. My bag like bricks at the end of the day. With books, notebooks, and folders, it felt like I was carrying someone on my back.
I need to remember all the rules for each and every class. The one thing I liked about that day was lunch time, but at the end of the day I realized that it was not that bad.