First

My leg was shaking, moving the whole little baby Buick car. I stared at the red light for a few seconds and it turned green. The little song that I learned in kindergarten replayed in my head, red means stop, green means go, yellow in the middle that means wait even if you’re late. My mom pressed on the gas pedal and we started driving by the convention center; there were people hurrying all over the place trying to get to their important meetings, this soon enough will become my daily view to school and back. We stopped once more at a red light. My mom looked at me, my leg, then at me again and asked, “Estas nerviosa?” she made butterflies in my stomach flip, so many reasons just screamed in my head. It wasn’t just only my first day at school; it was my first day of middle school. I had thought about this day over the summer a lot but, for some reason it hadn’t hit me.

When I was in elementary, my friends and I had imagined and waited for this day forever and now on the very day, they weren’t by my side to calm down the crazy butterflies in my stomach or my leg, it hadn’t stopped moving. I simply replied to my mom, “No,” with a fake smile. I remembered complaining everyday to my mom that I didn’t want to switch schools; I didn’t care if it was a better school. I wanted to be with my friends. Now I was starting school a week before everyone else and waking up around two hours earlier then all my friends. I even started worrying about my clothes and my hair. I could’ve been going to the same old school with all my friends.

As we passed by the beautiful Seaport Village there was a big cruiser that was the size of what could be a building, I looked for the name on it, “The Carnival”. My mind replayed images of the movie Titanic and how it sunk into the deep icy water, it gave me shivers that ran down my spin. I though that maybe that wasn’t the only thing giving me shivers.

As we came nearer to my new school, the butterflies in my stomach started getting frantic. We were one turn away from my school with a long name, High Tech Middle Media Arts. As we came to the front of my school I glanced at the time, 8:58. I remembered being late to school everyday in elementary, I didn’t want to start my three years of middle school by being late. I pulled the handle to the baby blue Buick car, and as I stepped one foot on the cement ground, confidence rushed over me like a wave of cold water, freezing up the butterflies. A smile spread across my face, like when you spread peanut butter on a piece of bread; I was excited.