8th Hour Narrative

“Mom come on, enough pictures already!” I shouted as I was going to be late to the first day of high school.
“Okay, okay, let’s go, get into the car,” my mom said. As we arrived to Craig feeling the jitters, afraid I may get lost or beat up, Jayden text me “meet in the 100 hallway”. As If I knew where that was I had thought to myself. Of course, she was waiting for me at the front doors. We had said our hellos and told all of our worries. Then, we split apart to our classes and would soon reunite for our 8th hour class. By the time 8th hour had come we were already feeling more comfortable with our new school and the teachers. English 9 honors was our 8th hour and the teacher's name was Miss Tucker. She seemed very nice but, there
was something about her that caught me off guard; she almost seemed scared or offset.