Creative Writing About Middle School

New Adventures
After a deep, long, refreshing sleep, my eyes rapidly uncover to see the dark ceiling. I’ve never felt this awake and alert before. My eyes look up and see the fan spinning rapidly, unable to see each individual blade. I feel the cool, fresh, crisp air hit my cold face from the fan. Beneath my face, my body is warm and cozy under the covers. It’s almost like being in a sleeping bag in the middle of Antarctica, and not wanting to get out. I hear a loud obnoxious sound, I flinch, and look over at my alarm likes it a villain from a movie. I reach to turn it off, and think. It’s the first day of school. This isn’t any first day of school. This is the first day of middle school. I’m cool now, no more elementary school, walking
Suddenly the silent breaks of a slight laughter from the teacher, “It’s time for first period, if you don’t know where you are going look at your schedule or ask your advisor.” I pull my schedule out of my backpack and see I have Language Art with Ms. Moore. I walk to the other side of the middle school, and walk into the room. I look around the room to see table of girls with one seat open, so I go and sit next to them. We do the usuall expectations and policies for the class and introduce ourself. Class flies by, and before we know it it’s time to go! Once again I walk to the other side of the middle school to my science. I walk into the room and suddenly get excited. I see Erin, my one friend I know coming into Cary Academy. I realize no one is sitting down, so we must be getting assigned seats, I think to myself. The teacher, Mr. Himburg started calling out names to sit in tables with two seats per table. “Please sit me next to erin”, I say and pray in my head. Erins name gets called out, but mine isn’t the one next to her. I feel sad for a second, but then realize I will need to make new friends. Once again we do the same policies and expectations
But since it’s the first day of school, we go to the handshaking ceremony, which according to my older brother is horrible. “I can’t believe we have shake every teacher and seniors hand!”, a girl from my band class exclaims. I start walking to the fitness center for the ceremony, and then I see a girl start walking up to me. I make our way to the fitness center and go our separate ways. I sit down with Megan and her friend and start talking, but then realize its about to start. Some people say some words, then all the teacher lines up in a perfect line, so swiftly, almost like clockwork. Suddenly I hear a burst of loud yelling and screaming as the seniors are announced to come down. All the seniors start shaking the hands of their former teachers, and giving occasional hugs to some. After shaking hands of all the teacher, the seniors start lining up next to teachers to continue the handshaking line. After all the seniors and teachers are situated, the call us, the 6th graders, the class of 2019 to come down and start shaking hands. I start walking down with all the other 6th graders, feeling like a huge pack of animals all trying to get to the place. After waiting for a couple minutes I start shaking every teachers hand, starting with the 6th grade teachers. Most of the teachers look down at my name tag and say “Hi Caroline, have a good year”. Every once in