Right as my eyes flutter open, my brother Kyle runs into my bedroom and starts to jump on my bed. 

    “Kyle,” I groaned, “why are you jumping on my bed?”

    “Because,” he answered, “it's the first day of school!” I was so excited for the first day of school today. I was going into first grade, and Kyle was going into kindergarten.

    I picked out my prettiest pink dress to wear to school and grabbed my sparkly pink backpack with ballet shoes on it.

    “Hannah, come downstairs for your first day of school breakfast!” mom called.

    “Coming!” I yelled down the stairs. Today was going to be a great day. I just knew it.

    When I got downstairs I ate my breakfast as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t miss the bus.

    When the bus lurched to a stop, I ran up the stairs as fast as possible to find a spot. Kyle got a spot with his friend and I found an empty seat to look out the window. 

    The only part of school I was excited for was recess. I would get to recess and dance. I loved to dance. I would dance when I felt happy, and I would dance when I felt sad. Sometimes I would even dance when I was mad.

    When the bus stopped in front of school, I jumped down the stairs and skipped happily to my cubby. I couldn’t wait to meet my teacher and the rest of the class.

    When I got there I took my backpack off and hung it up. The school smelled of Clorox Wipes and cleaning materials. I took out all of my notebooks and workbooks, setting them on the top shelf. 

    After everything was nice and organized, I walked into my classroom, said hi to my teacher, and sat on the rainbow square carpet in the front of the room with my classmates. Then, Sam (the bully) walked in. I tried to hide my face so he wouldn’t see me, but I think he saw me anyway.

    When it was time to go to the lunchroom and recess, I gobbled down all of the food my mom packed for me and ran outside as fast as possible.

    When I reached the grass and playground equipment, I was so excited that I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. The playground was full of kids talking and yelling. I jumped into a leap and started dancing the best I had in a long time. I didn’t want to play with my friends, I was here to dance. Then…

    “STOP,” Sam yelled at me, “why are you dancing again?! It is weird and you're bad at it!”

    When I heard him, I ran away and hid inside of the slide. As the bell rang, I slid slowly down the slide, put my head down, and took small steps to my line.

    When we got to the classroom, I went to the carpet and buried my head in my lap. I just wished that the day would be over already. It was the worst first day in the history of first days.

    At the end of the day, I got on the bus, and sat next to the window as tears rolled down my cheeks.