Personal Narrative Essay: Being The New Kid

President Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “ The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Clearly he had never had to step into Royalton High School at the start of seventh grade. I love school, but kids usually don’t enjoy waking up in the morning to realize that a) they’re starting seventh grade, b) they have to ride The Bus, c) it's at a new school, and d) they are the “new” kid. Being the “new” kid has both its pros and cons, mainly cons, but the one thing that is most definitely a con is the attention. I would be the new exhibit in the zoo, only this time the visitors get to poke me with a stick to figure out what the heck I’m supposed to be. Am I a lion? An owl? A platypus? Only time and countless annoying personal questions will tell.
Not only did I have to undergo the attention as the “new” kid, but I also had to brave the worst beast of all time...The Bus. Ahhh, The Bus. Created for the purpose of transporting children to and from school, it has evolved over time to become the monstrosity that it is today. This vehicle of crushed dreams was my vessel to the faraway place that would chew me up and spit me out. It pulled into my driveway with an ominous screech, black smoke billowing out which shifted to form the faces of all the poor, unfortunate souls

There I stayed for the remaining 20 minutes which managed to feel like hours. Finally, we pulled into the front of the school. Any relief in exiting The Bus left me quickly as I gazed upon Royalton High School once again. I had visited the institution over the last three years for my brothers’ wrestling matches, so it was vaguely familiar. After attending Open House the week prior, I became hesitant to approach since last time I had been assaulted by a large group of chatty girls. Only two people names were known to me in this large abyss of hormones, but I’d never meet either of