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 “Hey! Wake up!” my dad shouted at me like an alarm clock, louder than 1000 wolves howling at the same time. I sat up on my bed, pondering about the first day of school. Close to every single one of my classmates were going to be in a different class, except for a couple kids that would be in my class. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, then walked downstairs, slowly, trying to somehow delay the bus. I sat at the table and my dad handed me a bag of cereal, as I poured my milk inside the bowl full of sugary delights that had to be unhealthy. I packed my things, iPad, iPhone, notebook, pencil, and folders. I had a very bad feeling, as if I were a fortune teller, able to find what was going to happen. At the speed of light I felt a sudden sting of panic and started to cry. I told myself like my mom had every single day, “Don’t worry, it will be all fine.” And I held back my tears with every bit of willpower that I had and, I took a deep breath then walked out the door.

I headed towards the bus stop with my mom and dad. The bus came, my parents and I exchanged a hug, and they both waved at me through the window of the bus. I found my seat, 5 seats away from the front. I was surrounded by what seemed like 12th graders, which I would later find out were just 6th graders. I felt a sudden feel of panic yet again, so I stood as still as a statue, and was as silent as the cold dark sky. Everyone in the bus was talking to their friends, while I was still trying to find one. 

We got to school, and I got off the bus, eager to find my friends from the year before. There were teachers waiting at the gate of the school, holding signs that read FIRST GRADE, SECOND GRADE, THIRD GRADE all until 12th grade. I got in the second grade line, or at least so I thought. I looked around at the line, most kids were my height, some taller than me. I looked around to try and find one of my classmates. My eyes widened, as I tried to find at least one. Then I saw Jake. My best friend. “Hey! Jake!” he turned around, and I looked at his face. It wasn’t him. I should’ve been more worried. But my mom always told me that I worried too much. So instead of checking if I was in the correct line I waited, hoping someone would show up. The line with the first graders went  ahead and entered the school. Then the second grade. WAIT THE SECOND GRADE!  I rushed to try and find the line, then in a non metaphorical way I came at a crossroads. 3 hallways, one dark, one as bright as a light bulb, and another that lead outside, to a place with tons of seats and tons of older kids. I looked around and didn’t see another person, until I heard the doors swing open behind me.

The doors swung open with such a magnificent force. I looked behind me and saw a swarm of third graders walking toward me. They stampeded me like buffalos and pushed me as if I were some non-important being, that couldn’t feel a thing.  It was chaos on a whole other level. Kids shouting, laughing and tripping. There seemed to be no space, not even for  moving a hand. I saw a teacher in the distance, I had to get to her. So I mustered up the courage to try and walk through the crowd of kids ahead. After an excruciatingly long journey I walked up to the teacher, and told her about how I was lost. She smiled, and as if she had some special force field, all the kids were out of our way, and she walked me towards the brightly lit hallway. She opened the door and spoke to the teacher that was inside. I looked around at the class. I knew everyone except for one. One that would soon become my best friend.

When I was on the bus to go back, I realized that I had nothing to worry about the whole time. Every single bit and fragment of my nervousness had faded into the darkness. I even made a good story.