Personal Narrative: My First Day At Woodrow Wilson High School

Ring, spring break has finally started. Teenagers running down the halls of Woodrow Wilson High School in Washington DC, ready to have a relaxing one-week break before exams start. I walked out of the school to my bus; ready to be taken away to home sweet home. My family is staying in DC this week to meet old family members. I walked onto my bus and discovered that there was nowhere to sit by myself. I found a seat in the back next to a girl that was in my grade. I sat down and fell asleep immediately. A little bit later, my friend woke me up. I scrambled out of my seat and walked home. When I got home, I went upstairs directly to my room and flopped onto the bed. I woke up the next day to the sound of birds chirping outside my house. I checked the weather and wanted to take a stroll at the Lincoln Memorial
I sat next to you on the bus yesterday,” I said. “Hello, my name is Catherine,” she said. I offered her a walk around the Reflecting Pool and started talking about school and all sorts of topics. I really liked her personality and wanted to ask her on a date after talking to her for two hours. “Catherine, would you like to go on a date this week,” I asked nervously. “Sure, how about Monday around noon near the Washington Monument,” Catherine proposed. “That will be wonderful, see you Monday,” I said. We parted ways and I headed home. I got home at 2:30pm, just in time for my family gathering. I kept fidgeting with my phone and didn’t bother to listen to what my family was saying during the gathering. All I could think about right now was Catherine. Sunday flew by so quickly it was a blur. Monday finally arrived and I couldn’t wait to see Catherine. I headed out the door and drove to the Washington Monument. I walked up the grassy green hill and spotted Catherine reading His Last Bow.
“His Last Bow is an exceptional book,” I laughed.
“An exceptional book” Catherine