Personal Narrative: The Entrance Of Words In High School

colorful splash of love, war, and life splashed in my line of vision in the form of words. It was the day of my performance, my feet pulled themselves towards the front of the eight grade reading classroom, my sneakers squealing against the wooden floor and nervous thoughts bouncing around in my head. I looked around to see pairs of eyes tracing each of my movements. The sounds of my shoes smacking against the wooden floor indicated that my coming was expected. I reached the desk, where the book had been open, my eyes rolled through the words as I scanned to check if it was the right page. Yep, the words read were accurate. I wiped my sweaty hands against my plaid uniform skirt. I looked up to find apathetic expressions of adolescents staring