“Where is my locker?!” “Wasn’t it here an hour ago?” As I walked into C Hall I was ready to go to my locker, get my books, and head to my third hour class. I could see a row of lockers and walked closer but I noticed these numbers were nowhere near mine.
I started to panic. “Did my locker just magically disappear?” I could feel goose bumps forming as I heard the 1st bell ring and I had a bad feeling that this would not be good. I walked down any hallway I could see and franticly searched for my locker as if I lost my most precious possession. I had no luck. The 2nd bell rang and I still hadn’t found it.
I had never seen the halls so empty. They had gone from the streets of a boom town to a ghost town with the ring of a bell. I heard the echo of my footsteps walking through C Hall looking for a teacher. I finally found someone and said, “Do you know where my locker number is?” She told me she didn’t know much about lockers but she would find someone who does. I started to wonder if my locker broke off the wall and walked out of the school. When all hope seemed lost I heard, “ Is this it?”
I hurried to the location of the voice and sure enough on the top of the locker in black lettering I saw my locker number. I said thank you and entered my combination. As I heard the pop from opening my locker I felt a huge sigh of relief. I grabbed my supplies and was off like a jet.I was about to go into my 3rd hour class when I realized how late I was.
I was hoping she would give me a get out of trouble free card because it was the first day. I nervously walked in and was greeted with a smile. I told her what happened and she told me where to sit. Finally I was no longer lost and had this whole adventure behind me. As I reflected on the situation I learned that you should try to stay calm and ask for help if you are not sure of something.
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Great job! I love how much detail you went into like the part where you said "I had never seen the halls so empty. They had gone from the streets of a boom town to a ghost town with the ring of a bell."
ReplyDeleteWell you see Jason, in my story I was full of hot air from having a good day, and when I couldn't find my bus the hot air started to shoot out my feet thus causing me to hover. Then when i moved in a direction while hovering, I began to glide in the air.
ReplyDeleteSo did you. Jason you didn't even sighn up so haha ha ha hahaha
ReplyDeleteI love all the great details and when you said "I had never seen the halls so empty. They had gone from the streets of a boom town to a ghost town with the ring of a bell." Keep up the great work =)
ReplyDeleteWay to make your point Jason. Will you REALLY stay calm next time? I like this blog. You capture the frantic disorientation of the first day well.... if you cleaned it up a little more (Like I'd instead of I had) the story might sound like you actually talk. I haven't seen anything more affective than reality when writing memoirs... But that's just my opinion.
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