Narrative :First year in high school

in my first year of high school, on the first day of school, I quickly woke up from my bed to get ready to go. I was very happy and excited because I was entering high school. When I arrived at the school, I was delighted and immediately looked for my classroom. I saw someone I knew before, a neighbor, and we walked together towards our classroom. Little did we know that we would become classmates.

I entered the classroom with my friend. I was very nervous because I didn’t know them very well; they were new faces from a different barangay (neighborhood). Unlike in elementary school, where their faces were familiar, I was also afraid of the teacher, thinking they might be strict, but when I sat down, they turned out to be kind.

Days and months passed, and we were very happy in our class. We ate together and played games outside like takyan, badminton, and other games. We also performed a festival dance in our Mapeh (Music, Arts, Physical Education, and Health) subject, and we were the first to dance in the mass dance using arnis (a Filipino martial art). I will never forget our classmate who passed away due to asthma. We were saddened, and the deep sorrow could be seen in our eyes for losing a classmate who was very kind and intelligent. But we were still grateful for the time we spent with them, however short it was.

Above all, my first year of high school was filled with happiness and a little sadness. I made many new friends, played, engaged in mischief, laughed, had conflicts, experienced joy, and loved. And this is where my story ends.