Personal Narrative: The Transition From Middle School To High School

I walked down the yellow, narrow halls. Upperclassmen stared at me bugged eyed, looking like they were disgusted. “Get out of my way stupid freshman!” I heard echoing from down the hall. I watched as my close friend got a book thrown at the back of his head. I stared in amazement and disbelief. He looked as scared as I was. My friends behind me stood with a bunch of people I didn’t know. I thought to myself, “how in the world do you know all these upperclassman?” “That was so funny, don’t you think Chelsea?” I looked at my friend Sylvia with dismay. I shook my head slowly, embarrassed to make fun of my friend. “Common we are hanging out after school, don’t forget!” Sylvia shouted to me. I walked away from her, realizing yet again I wouldn’t have time to do homework that night. …show more content…
People close to me had always told me that every year is very important and to try my best. Trying my best was not my priority. My priority that year was about my friends who only cared about fitting in too. The transition from middle school to high school was difficult for everyone, but greatly for me. I realized my classes had more homework, more tests and had a tougher curriculum than in middle school. I turned to my friends for help, however all they had to say was, “what should we do over the weekend?” It was always a tough decision for me. I strived for great grades, and I believed I could achieve them without any effort at all. Those choices I made reflected on my grades from my freshman