The New School

Step by step I approached the school slamming the car door. I looked around at the environment around the school. When I looked around curiously, I heard two other car doors slam. Around was a big grassy field, and two buildings that looked really big. One was next to the big grassy field while the other building was on the other side of the road. Father and brother were following behind me when I walked into the building on the other side of the road. I candid my opinion about all the pressure of the test, and that it seemed scary. Apparently in front of that building was space for parking, probably for buses or cars, though at the time there weren't any.

We entered the main office of the building and confronted them that we were ready, my heart, beating faster and faster until I finally calmed down. I had already enrolled and was going to take the entrance exam. I flustered when the woman brought me to the couch just outside of the office. I was called by her, and I retorted my answer trying to be polite. She brought me upstairs to a room, that looked like a class room. My other members of the family waited while I was the first to take the exam. The waited anxiously while I, scared and nervous. What if I failed? What if I didn't get in? I would have to go to that school, the international one, the one my father told me had a few bullies.

My thirty minute stint for the test was incredibly easier than I thought it would be. I finished and was taken back down to the area where the couch was. The first things I heard was that I did a good job and that I was most likely to be accepted and that it was my brother's turn. Before my brother left, he asked a few questions. Was it hard? Was it okay? How was it? These questions were asked and I answered, it's okay. We waited until my brother came down with the woman. My father and the woman chatted for a while and soon my father got up. He said goodbye and so did we (For good manners). We walked outside and got into the car. That was that.