There’s a first day for a lot of things but today was special. It was the first day of high school and I was nervous. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I tried to squeeze past people to get to my block A class, which was in Room 222. I was worried that there wouldn’t be any familiar faces in that room. After looking downstairs I made my way up only to find the class right there across from a huge library.
I walked in the class to see my best friend sitting uncomfortably at her desk. I quickly looked around the classroom; there were numbers and posters everywhere and it struck me: my classroom was the math room…dun…dun…dun… “Noooooooooooooooo!!” I screamed inside my head. It’s not like it’s every eighth grader’s dream to walk into the math class the first day of school, so don’t blame me for being disappointed. It turned out not to be as bad as I thought it would be. I mean hey!!! Math is kind of fun.
School was going great, I was getting good marks and making new friends. It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon when our principal announced over the loud speaker that we were going to have a hold and secure. I just thought, “Hey it’s okay, whatever is going on is outside…” It didn’t stay that way for very long.
Approximately five minutes later we transitioned into a lockdown. A LOCKDOWN!!!!!!!! It was my first ever real lockdown. We all walked to the corner and huddled up against each other. Hot bodies all pressed up against one another, staring toward the door as if we were waiting for a monster to come through. It was silent in the school; the only sound was the worried murmuring among ourselves. One hour and ten minutes later we went back to hold and secure. Unfortunately, we were not allowed to leave the classroom, not even to go to the bathroom.
We waited a while until the police came to our class and escorted us out. It was a bit windy outside with a tiny bit of rain. I looked around; dozens and dozens of worried parents were standing outside, frantically looking for their child. The moment they saw their child you could see the relief flood through their faces. It was just like we were the most valuable thing in the universe and nothing else mattered. We were all safe! Our parents were leading us to the safety of our vehicles. It was a scary experience but, thankfully, no one was hurt and it was just the police making sure we were not in danger.
High school is pretty nice, there’s not as much homework as I expected and I love having lockers to store all my supplies in. I like all my classes and most of them are with my besties. I hope all my years at Brookswood are like this (except for the lockdown part).