High School Year Narrative

I had had a great 6th grade year; I'd made two fantastic friends in Chloe and Gb, and didn’t have a single upsetting experience. It was the perfect year. I figured that since my 6th grade year was so great, it could only get better. I would meet new friends, new teachers, and would finally be in the same school as my older brother, Dylan. The suspense was killing me, I was actually looking forward to summer ending. I had to find something to do to pass the time so I decided to practice for the upcoming football season.
My last football season was my most improved and most successful year of my short career, I wanted to continue to improve, I wanted to dominate, but mostly, I just wanted to impress my family and friends. Everyone expected perfection

Maybe it was because I didn’t get my usual 16 hours, or maybe I just had slept wrong. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day. I did my morning routine of eating my favorite cereal, captain crunch, then taking a shower, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and leaving. It was a simple routine, but somehow it still took me an hour and a half. I walked onto the bus and sat down at seat 17, but halfway through the bus ride I moved up to seat two so I could talk to my long time bus driver Kim. She always understood me, she went through a situation similar to mine when she was younger. Whenever I had a problem I would come to Kim. She never judged me and would never beat around the bush, she would give me cold hard answers. I didn’t have a problem today however, so we just had a nice talk until we got to the school. During my first period, 7th grade Advanced Math, I had my eye on a new face. A muscular dude, about 5 foot 7, who was sitting silently in the second row. I figured he was probably going to be playing football so I walked over to introduce myself. “Hey.” I said as I sat down next to him. I could see Ms. O'connell in the corner of my eye was

Everyone introduced themselves and sat down before class started. At the end of first period James asked me what class I had next, I showed him my schedule, and me and him had every class together. We smiled at each other and walked to our second period.
At lunch I sat with the same group that I had sat with during elementary school. I invited James to sit with me but he wanted to eat in the library. The people at my table were always laughing and joking around, we tried to keep it happy at lunch because for some of us, that was our only time with each other. Gb and I would always sit next to each other and observe what the rest of the table did, and quietly joke to each other. Every once in awhile we would join in the conversation but for the most part we would just watch. Towards the end of the day I felt unfulfilled, high school wasn’t very different from elementary at all. You had more teachers but that was about it. High school was nothing special at all. Usually, I rode the bus at the end of the day, but since it was my first day my mom wanted to pick me up. “Want to go to dairy queen?” she