Creative Writing: The First Day
By : Sarah Johns
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
was a slight breeze in the air. I stepped out of my moms red shiny CRX as she
said ‘Good Luck' to me. I forced up a weak smile as I shoved the door, and it
made a woosh noise as it closed. I took a deep breathe and started walking
towards the man entrance. I thought to myself, ‘Why does the school have all the
I slowly walked forward as I started looking at all the other kids, most
were in groups and all talking laughing and smiling. I felt very small, like I
was an alien who had just landed on planet Earth. I thought to myself, ‘I should
be at home, with my friends talking and laughing'. But I wasn't, I was in
Rocklin, California. Id moved here at the begging of August. And I'd hated it
ever since. But I was willing to give Rocklin a shot, even though ever kid I'd
met in town so far had said ‘Rocklin is the worst school'. As I walked forward
with the white scrunched up piece of paper that told me my classes, I tried to
look like I fit in. As I looked around for my class, I noticed I was on the
wrong side of the building. ‘At least I know where the main building is,' I said
to myself. The main building looked bright and cheery, like the sun.
I trudged over to the main building trying not to look at anyone, the
pavement looked really white. When I got to the main building I walked up to a
Miss Kerby, sitting behind a desk and asked her if she could tell me where this
building was. Instead I felt like I had just been arrested for murder. I was
bombarded with about 5 questions all at once. I answered them all, and with a
negative tone she told me ‘I cant help you, you need your mom to go sign these'.
I felt shocked and a huge amount of anger mounting up inside me. I walked
straight out of the building. I didn't need to get crap from some lady when I
was trying to get used to a state that I had never been too. I walked home and
slammed the front door shut, and screamed at the top of my lungs ‘I hate it here,
I am moving back to Illinois with my dad!' And ran upstairs to my room, slammed
the door shut. Bang bang bang, went the door as my foot thudded against it. Each
hit relieved a lot of anger.
But I had to go to school. And with all the courage I had in me I went
back to that school that had slammed the door in my face, and gave it a second
shot. I went to each class feeling like a freak, as everyone stared at me
because I didn't dress like them. I thought to myself ‘I don't think you like me,
well I hate you as well'. I felt like I was on display at the local circus show.
I thought someone would come and say ‘hello' to me. To this day, I am still
waiting. No one has taken the time here to get to know me or like me. I know
they all judged me, as I also judged them. I trudged to each class and found
two of the teachers actually impressed me, which surprised me, I didn't think
anyone in Rocklin, or the whole state of California would impress me. At the
end of the day, I was still hating the new school, missing all my old friends.
To this day, it still takes a lot of courage for me to show up at
Rocklin High School. Some days I just cant even go. I have now learned to go to
school. And I hope to graduate with good grades this year, as I did at my other
school (straight A's and B's may I add). I have learned that I have courage and
strength and I will succeed this year ever if I am in someplace I don't like. I
have learned I can succeed even if everything isn't the way I like it. And with
this courage, I will graduate.