Personal Narrative: A Day Here In Woodbridge, New Jersey

It was a bright and exciting day here in Woodbridge, New Jersey. My twin brother Reese and I awoke to the smell of chocolate chip waffles being made downstairs. It was the first day of our senior year of high school. Our first last day of school was finally here. As long as these thirteen years of school have been, they’ve also flown by. Thankfully, I picked out my outfit the night before because I was far too exhausted to even think about being fashionable at 6:45 in the morning. Reese did the same, deciding on a light green Polo, some khakis and his new Nikes. I, on the other hand, had chosen a flowy cream blouse, a light pink skirt and silver glitter ballet flats. I decided that senior year was going to be my girly year, even though I say that every school year and I’m over it by the second week. Mom and I went on a huge shopping spree in the city before summer ended and I had to take full advantage of my free clothing opportunity. My goal was to get on homecoming court for the fourth year in a row. Being class president, that shouldn’t be too difficult.

Dad had already left for work since he had to take multiple means of transportation to get into the city to avoid the traffic. Living right outside one of the biggest cities in the world had its pros and cons, but I couldn’t wait to move to Manhattan the day after graduation. “You two ready for your last year?”, Mom asked us both. “Mom, it’s not the last year. We’ve still got four years of college in front of us. At least I do”, said Reese. I just glared at him and took a sip of my coffee. It was far too early for insults, and retaliations. Done with my waffles, I put my plate in the sink and stumbled back up the stairs to grab my brand new Steve Madden satchel. No one actually used backpacks anymore. “Leighton, you ready?”, my mother called from downstairs. “Coming!” I took my last breath of the