First Day of School

First daytime of school When I woke up that morning I thought my life was going to end. The summer was everywhere and it was the first day of school. I didnt go to sleep the night before because I had a lot on my mind, that I had to get my pall self up and get ready. I laid my clothes out the night before and I had out a ball up necklace some cross earrings a blue shirt and some khaki shorts. So later on I got dressed and got in the car I begged and pleaded with my mama not to chance on me go. But I still came, when I first got to school I was terrified I didnt know anybody and I was new.Not a good combination but I had to get out of the car so I did and I was lost for a while but I found my class shortly. I walked in to a room full of community and it was hot and dark the only light was from the colorful lamps and the computers,there were computers everywhere. I was the tallest one in the class same(p) I always am I matte up like people were have wordsing about me I was s cared and didnt want to be there at all I wanted to call my mom and tell her that is was not going to work to come get me immediately. Before I got around to that the toll rung and it was time for class to start.So I sat down and in the comer where my seat was and just cried for almost the entire class. I didnt want to be there I felt like no body else wanted me to be there either. I had just went through a lot and I broke my wrist the week before so my heart and my and my mind was just not there. I couldnt stop crying I was depressed and nonsocial ,but class was about to end so I had to dry my tears up and keep it moving because I knew the day was almost over. I felt my day couldnt get any worse and it didnt. This time I ended up in a very bright room and all the people seemed really happy.It was bibles under the desks and posters talking about Jesus and encouragement all over the room. This lifted my sprit and I wasnt so sad anymore and people started to talk to me and wanted to know about who I was and they wanted to become my friend. At first I was very reluctant to talk but I became well-fixed and I made new friends. I was happy about this I had some good news to go home and tell my mom. But after getting to know my new friends I had to leave them and go to my last class of the day but I was happy that it was my last class.I walked in and it was mathematics class. I hate math was never good at it but I was Im there and I dreaded it but I found another(prenominal) new friend that became my best friend her name was sam and we clicked instantly we were both new and we didnt know any body. That made me the happiest of all I wasnt only if anymore there was someone just like me. So that made math not so bad. I got through it and it was time to go home. My day started out bad but it ended ok and I wanted to come back the next day because I knew it would only get better.