Personal Narrative: My First Day At Middle School

I can't do this anymore. I thought, trying to focus on writing down my math homework and zone out the laughter surrounding me. I know- melodramatic eighth graders, everyone hates 'em. But I'm different- I swear. You just don't know the whole story.

It started when I walked into this wretched class. The worst thing in the history of bad things ever happening to people happened- I tripped. I know, oh the horror! But that's not just it. I tripped. On my TIED shoelaces. And fell. And people stared. And Aaaughhhghgh.

So, that is how I ended up in this situation, hiding my face in my planner while my classmates laughed at my epic fail.

Why did this have to happen on the first day?

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"Oh come on, it couldn't have
A couple people turned to look at the loud sound, this was a pretty normal occurrence for most people. I lowered my voice slightly, still needing to talk fairly loud to be heard over the sounds of students traversing the halls, "It's the first day of our last year at middle school, and even Mrs. Narmon chuckled."

"Chuckled? Who even says that?" she laughed, tilting her head and scrunching her nose up in mock confusion.

"Shut up," I laughed, pushing her away lightly. She shoved me back and soon we were ramming into each other full force, laughing as we continued on to room
The mysterious object hidden inside Mabel's bag was not drugs, it was a book.

Now you must be thinking- Oh my god, all this stupid suspense for a book? Seriously? But it's not just any book- it's the Totally Amazingly Magically Wonderful Book of Mabel and Caly's Friendship!

Since that probably didn't clear anything up anymore than before, I will elaborate further. Last year, when Mabel and I became friends, she suggested that we make something called a "friendship book" because she had done it with a different friend before.

What a friendship book really is isn't all that complicated. Basically it's cloth covered notebook that we share. Every day we switch off, and write things that are on our mind, secrets that we want to tell the other, or other super important stuff. Although, we usually just call it The Book, as to be discreet about it. Now that I'm done breaking the fourth wall- on to the story!

Last night Mabel had the book, and of course we had to pretend to be super shady as we transfer it from one person to the other.

"Thanks," I said, zipping up my bag and making note to remind myself to read it later. "Damn. That's my moms car," I said. I had wanted to hang out for a bit longer