It is late August, and my eighth grade summer is almost over. I have had a great summer, but my middle school days are over and I am about to enter a whole new world. High school is  just around the corner, and I do not know what I am  in for.  Football has just started, and I am starting to realize that my summer days are just about over.  I am feeling frustrated and sad that school is going to start. 

It is this night before the first day of school, and I am lying in bed thinking to myself that this is going to be a long year. As I am setting my alarm clock for 7:00 a.m.,  I am dreading the loud noise of it waking me up in the morning.  I wake up during the night about five times because I am restless and worried about school.

My alarm clock goes off, and I slowly get out of bed. I timidly get ready for my first day of school. I go out to my driveway and start my green 1995 Plymouth Acclaim with a dented front fender. I run back to my house and snatch my book bag that I forgot on the kitchen counter.  I drive to school worrying about where I am going to park and if I will make it through the day without getting lost.  I pull into the parking lot and little by little inch my way into a parking spot.

          The rest of day actually goes  very well. I find  all my classes easily and never get lost. I am  very nervous at first, but my day turns out to be fun and exciting.