Personal Narrative: Going To A New Middle School

Take a deep breath, I instructed myself while pacing around my bedroom. Thoughts were circling through my head. What about my friends? I won’t know anyone. A flurry of contradictory ideas flooded my brain in response. But you don’t know if it’s better there. Exhausted, I plopped down on my bed and let out a sigh. I had to choose between staying at my home-school, or going to a new middle school that had just opened up called Metro.

Metro made its first appearance in my life late one April evening. The outside air was warm and had the sweet smell of blossoming spring that I found so endearing. My fifth-grade year was coming to a speedy end. Sixth grade acted as an expected visitor that I excitedly sat and waited for. My siblings had all retired

Dealing with new people and surroundings were too overwhelming for me to handle. But I began to think that a new surrounding might be exactly what I needed. My closest friend, who had been quite the comic, had been moved to a different middle school. Although I did have other friends, it wasn’t the same. Lunches often consisted of me sandwiched between acquaintances that would provide small talk, but not much else. The booming beeps of the lunch scanner and the joyous laughs of fellow students served as fillers for my otherwise silent meal. Would going to a new school be that much

I sat on my sturdy bed, staring up at the blank, white ceiling. Thinking for the thousandth time about my future school. My room was empty except for a worn out chair and a tall black dresser where my clothes were spilling out of. I needed to think this through. The thought of going to Metro brought waves of anxiety that came crashing down on me. Leaving me with the sensation of an elephant on my chest. Staying at my home school left me with nothing but future visions of regret. Thinking it would help, I weighed out the pros and cons of both schools. Metro would have offered me great opportunities, and who knows who I’d meet there. But my current school was so familiar. All of my siblings and friends went there. But I knew everything there, why not step into the unknown and possibly achieve even something even greater? If I kept to the same people my entire life, how would I expect to meet and understand new people? Shouldn’t I broaden my horizon and become a better, stronger, more open minded person? At that moment, I knew the decision was made. After a good ten minutes of pep-talk to myself, I mustered up enough courage to go tell my mother about my