Personal Narrative: My First Class

I headed to my first class which just so happened to be my favorite subject, English. The hallways were very wide but when filled with students I felt like I had to shove my way through just to get to my locker. The lockers were a mixture between Gray and purple. The school colors were supposed to be purple and silver but there was no way that these lockers could be considered. I took a look at the little piece of paper that the lady in the office had given me and tried out the combination on my locker. It took me about five minutes to open it and after struggling for that long I was a little irritated so when it did open, it flew open and slammed into the locker next to mine. I held my breath and hoped that nobody had noticed. I took a long deep breath and slowly opened my eyes again. Luckily I was still standing alone and nobody around was looking at me. I put my extra books and notebooks into the locker and and closed it as quietly as I could. I got to the door of my classroom and touched the cold silver handle,
At my old school I was actually considered one of the smartest people in my grade, but here everything was a lot more challenging and a lot more is expected out of you. I woke up to the annoying call of my grandmother screaming at me to come downstairs and eat breakfast, even though I haven’t eaten breakfast in years. I hollered back down at her that I wasn’t hungry but she didn’t seem happy with that answer so she came upstairs and told me to go downstairs right now and get something to eat. I trudged down the stairs and and instead of grabbing a plate to grab some eggs and bacon like my grandfather I grabbed an apple. I showed it to my grandma as I ran back up the stairs. I knew she wasn’t happy with my choice but it seemed to satisfy her need to care for me