Essay Archive - Creative Writing: The First Day
Creative Writing: The First Day
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
buildings seperated?'
I slowly walked forward as I started looking at all the other kids, most
were in groups and all talking laughing ....
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