First Person Narrative

The sun was out like on any other day. Is this day any different from another? That is what I asked myself as I strolled to the bus stop at 6:30 am. As I got on the bus; it seemed like I was the only one up at this hour. Everybody else on the bus was out cold. I really didn't mind the quiet ride to the High School though. As, I walked into the building; everything seemed so different. This was my first day as an eight grader and also my first day as a student of Westbury Middle school. I had just moved from Elmhurst, Queens. I moved only like 20 miles; which is nothing compared to others.…