Personal Narrative: My Sixth Grade

It was my first day of sixth grade, my expectations for the year were high. If you told me what would happen to me that year, I would have never believed you. My sixth grade year was probably my worst year. If my sixth grade year never happened the way it did, I’d probably be a whole different person. I was completely nervous. I knew absolutely no one in my class besides Kayla. Even she didn’t talk to me much. I remembered my mom had told me to try to at least be sociable and make new friends. Next class I had, I tried to befriend Shea Vogt. She had seemed pretty nice and fun, so I decided to go for it, besides, she sat at the same table I was at! I had to at least try. “Hi,” I greeted, “I’m Sarah.” She looked up at me. I noticed she had a nose piercing. So cool, I thought, I should compliment her piercing. “I like your nose piercing.”

She made remarks whenever the time suited her. My teacher, Mr. Sisson, did a quick little Q&A thing with rewards of Jolly Ranchers. He asked us, “President John Adams was the first president to do what?” I, naturally, raised my hand, since my father liked to tell me little fun-facts about history and the presidents. He called on me and I answered, “He was the first president to have children.” He blinked in surprise, “That isn’t what the answer is, but that is correct. I didn’t think anyone would know that… The correct answer is he was the first president to live in the white house. You get two Jolly Ranchers for that answer, Sarah.” I blushed and got up to receive my reward. As I made my way back, people were asking me if they could have one (the Sarah Touch game had died out a couple weeks before). I was about to reply when Shea’s voice rang out, “Don’t touch her, she smells rank! Besides, if you touch her you get the Sarah Touch!!” Leave it to Shea to remind them of that low, awful game (luckily, the game didn’t start back up then). Kids snickered; Sirinity and Aidan were the