Narrative Essay

It was a blank canvas, the beginning of my new life. A new school. I’ve never been the most outspoken kid at school but I never had to be I used to go to school with the same people for 9 years. This was all new to me like an alien in a new planet. The immediate whispers of confusion between friends,
“Yo who’s the new guy?”
“I don’t know but he has nice shoes.”
Walking down the new hallways I look at my feet. These aren’t that nice. My trusty mesh grey Nike Roshes. Were they being sarcastic? Are they not cool? Should I not of worn these today? The tornado in my stomach started to pick up speed. Wanted to go home. My actual home. I missed my friends. These were the first minutes of even entering the building, I still had yet to meet my class. My younger sister and I quickly met with the principal, he went on to explain how great the school was but I couldn’t help but feel he could be slightly bias.
Now it was the moment of truth, I walked up the stairs, every step making me more anxious. Time to meet the others in my grade and my new teacher. The principal who escorted me to classed showed me the math class which held 2 classes, easily over 50 new faces. I could feel the stares coming from the strangers, with a deep breath entered the class.
“ Hello There! What’s your name?”
There were 2 teachers, your average everyday teacher and next to her, the buffest teacher I’d ever seen. I had been assigned to the average teacher. I tried to ignore the gun show and put on a fake smile to hide my nervous face.
“Uh, Hi my names Xavier.”
“ Nice to meet you! Take a seat where ever you’d like.”
I had only a few seconds to choose where I sat. 3 seconds. Do I go with the table of girls? Too soon. 2 seconds. The kids in the front? too smart. 1 second. I plopped my butt in a chair. I look around and I see a familiar color, brown. I sat with the group of the schools Filipinos.
“Uh hey.”
“Aye man!”
In quieter voice.
“Yo you Filipino?”
I smirked.
“Yeah half Filipino, quarter Dutch, and quarter Indonesian. What about you?”
“Oh cool and yeah. Full.”
His face told a different story like he was unsatisfied with my answer. I dismissed it and looked a the board. Algebra. It was math, my best subject, and I already covered this unit and my old school and I was prepared to answer the question.
“Can anyone share with the class how to solve this question?”
I raised my hand with little to no confidence, I knew what I was doing but in the chance I’d mess up would be the last thing I’d want. To be known as a dumb new kid that would be the end of me. I took a breath and I answered the question. The buff teacher smiled.
“It’s not too late to hand him over to my class.”
My teacher just laughed. I looked others were surprised I got it right. Maybe today wouldn’t be too bad.
Math was finished, on the way to my next class everyone either introduced me to themselves or asking for an Instagram follow. Next subject was English and the same guy from math asked me to pass his binder, it was covered in Nike shoes and basketball players, lucky for me these are 2 of my favorite things to talk about. The Air Jordan cherry 12’s. A gem in the sneaker community. Rushing through my head were every known fact I had on the shoes. Released in 1997. 5th championship shoe. Jordan had his historic “Flu game,” in these shoes. The guy was impressed. The next picture Kobe Bryant, Lakers legend. Didn’t have to like him but you had to respect him. He argued about the age old debate: LeBron or Kobe but as the argument became more heated the connect between friends started to grow and with the loss of the tornado in my stomach came a new friend, Gabriel.
The day went by quickly, filled with greetings from friendly faces and constant questions along the lines of;
“How do you like Pitt River?”
But out of all the question one stood out to me and of course it was from Gabe,
“Yo you wanna go to a basketball drop in later?”
Instantly my schedule of being sad for myself, missing my friends, and being a grumpy everyday teenager turned into excitement. It couldn’t come soon enough, I planned out what basketball shoes and attire I was going to wear. I didn’t want to be too flashy or look like I didn’t know what I was doing, but I decided I’d worry about that when the time came.
The bell rang on my way home with my sister and we were accompanied by everyone who made an effort to make conversation, they insisted on walking me home but before they left I ran upstairs and brought them popsicles. I thought ice cream may consummate my new found friendships.
After looking back on my day I realized that making friends isn’t that bad, or maybe I’m just a cool guy but After a couple licks and laughs they left my mom found me in my room,
“Hey Honey! How was your day?”
“Hey Mom, eh it was okay.”