Personal Narrative My School Day - 1703 Words

After an eight hour school day whizzed by, filled with laughter and joy spent with my friends, I walked towards my bus. Looking around, I could see everything from birds gliding in the wind, their feathers glistening in the sunlight, to spiders in the bushes, working tirelessly to spin their magnificently intricate masterpiece webs. The trees were starting to change from a vibrant green, to a light yellow, to a deep orange, and finally, to a bloody red. The contrast of all the awe-inspiring colors will always be surreal in my eyes. Every year, I always think to myself the same question, â€Å"Why, when such beauty exists, must it go away as quickly as it came?† I soon arrived at my bus, the chipped paint giving it a marvelous antique look as†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"There’s probably a universe where heads are shaped like rocks too!† Thomas proclaimed, a little smile on the corner of his mouth. I turned to Beth, obviously knowing that she was tired of hearing about infinite universes, almost as much as she was tired about hearing what color a bus is, and said, â€Å"There are even rocks shaped like Beth’s head too!† At that comment she glared at me, not with anger, but mostly with a sense of annoyance. There was a hint of humor in there too, and I knew I did not take it too far, this time, but there is bound to be other moments of my idiocy that will become a little irritating. As I came up to my bus stop, I could not help but notice how elegantly the branches from nearby trees had settled down to create an arch of shade for us as we left the bus. It did not stay like that for long, but that was fine, it was a very inviting temperature outside, with a slight breeze that made sure you are comfortable. My bus stop was about half a mile to my home, but I was not complaining about that because there were countless amazingly colored trees along the way, incredible combinations of all different colors. I can never help myself but to just be brimming with awe as I take my, almost, daily trek to my house. As I travel along the side of my average, light grey, cracked,Show MoreRelatedPersonal Narrative : My School Day1594 Words   |  7 Pagesfront of my shuttered bedroom mirror, as the blood slowly trickles its way down my fingers and onto my freshly cleaned, white carpet. Tears begin to roll down from my emerald green eyes down and rest upon my rosy cheeks but it wasn’t from the intense sharp pain I was experiencing in my hand. I lowered my head as my strawberry blonde hair falls over my face, blocking my view from the mirror. It’s another school day and just like the last, I was dreading the very thought of it. 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