By: Ryan DelVecchio
I stepped off the bus in a state of fear waiting for my friends to get off
I could see the mysterious building from where I was standing
My legs were shaking just like jello
My heart was beginning to race and beat faster and faster each second as I approached the frightening building
My hand had reached out and touched the greasy handlebar on the door
I swung open the door and took one step into the school
The scent smelled like spoiled food left in the refrigerator
If I had listened closely, I could hear the walls surrounding, laughing at me as I continued down the hallway
I felt terrified as I was enclosed by ginormous students
My friends and I had split and began to walk in opposite directions to our microscopic lockers
Our lockers were like small DNA strands in a cell
I quickly opened my locker and continued to my first block
I had caught sight of the smallest room in the distance and made my way over there
I sat down in the nearest seat and my heart beats began to weaken feeling relieved when the bell rang
Your poem used a variety of figurative language that allowed me to relive the first day of middle school. It was creative and strong!
I enjoyed your sensory detail.