Personal Narrative: My First Day At Jefferson Davis School

As I wake up to the smell of fresh breakfast biscuits on a hot August morning, I get the sudden feeling of nervous butterflies in my stomach. Today was mine and Cassie’s first day at the Jefferson Davis School, a former whites-only school, who wanted us to join. No one really knows why, but Mama agreed. Mama came into my room to get me out of bed, then to Cassie’s. Both of us were extremely anxious and did not want to go, but Mama did not want to hear it, so we kept quiet and obeyed. After dressing up in our nice clothes and eating a good breakfast, we ran to ride the bus for the very first time. Cassie and I were going to be put in the same classes because we are new, despite our age difference. As we approached the bus, Jeremy, who was in line, spotted us. “Hey Cassie! Hey Stacey!” he called out. “I heard you guys are coming to the
Carrie predicted, the same things happened to us everyday. Teachers acted like we weren’t there, students were friends with Lillian Jean, who disliked us very much, and Jeremy was the only person, other than Cassie and Mrs. Carrie, who would talk to me. The only good thing about this was that we get the cafeteria to ourselves, but it didn’t do much as we were refused the right to be served food by the cafeteria ladies. The next day, we had to stay home and take care of Mama because she got a cold. One thing I knew for sure is that we were not missing school. What we didn’t know then was that the day at school went different for every student and teacher since we weren’t there. Unfortunately for us, Mama felt better the next day and we were no longer needed in the house, so we were sent back to school. “I’m riding the bus today, no matter what anyone says. I’m too tired to walk the whole couple of miles,” complained Cassie as she started towards the bus stop. I didn’t want her to get in trouble, but I was also worn from last night where we had to cook supper, put Mama to bed, and put ourselves to