I need a intro and a conclusion to my essay?

I tied my hair back into a ponytail to keep it from falling in my face and forced myself to get up and around. I checked to see if I had my bag to get on the bus. I walked to the corner of my street to wait for the bus. I waited for about 35 minutes for it to hit 6:50, which is when the bus normally got there, but it never came. I began to worry but I waited for another 5 minutes. It finally showed up.

I opened the door to my high school and walked through. I realized that I didn't have my paper that told me where my classes were. Now that was a problem. So I walked to the front desk where an older woman, with black hair, was sitting.

“Hello, I forgot the paper that tells me my classroom numbers. Is there a way I can get a copy of my schedule?” I asked the lady.

“Yes. I can print out a copy right now for you. Can you please tell me your name?”

I told her my name and she handed me a piece of paper. I looked at my phone to see what time it was and I realize that it was 8:10 and I was missing my class, English. I rushed to the room and entered through the door. A short, skinny, man with a really weird nose was standing there. I thought to my self that he looked a bit like the guy from Everyone Loves Raymond. He gave me a stern look and asked my name.

I said “Chontina.” and he told me where to sit.

He stood at the front of the class and told us to turn to the person next to us. I hesitantly turned to see an awkward, medium sized kid, with dirty blond hair. “Okay class, your going to reveal something about yourself by saying two lies and one truth. The other person has to guess.” he proclaimed.

He said “Hi my name is John.” timidly I introduced myself too. We decided that he could go first.“I live with my dad. I have only one brother. I have 11 toes,” he stated. I tried to guess, I didn’t think he had 11 toes, but I wasn’t sure about the other two.

So I asked “Do you have one brother?”

“Ding!Ding!Ding! We have a winner!” he exclaimed. I then knew this kid was slightly more than off his rocker. It was my turn. In all honesty I didn’t want to tell him anything not even lies. But I sucked it up.“I have a mouse.” “I collect Digimon cards.” “I hate ice cream.” I said. He stared at me for a moment.

“You collect Digimon cards?” he asked.

“Nope, I actually collect Pokemon cards. The truth is that I have a mouse.”

So, even though I don’t like to come out of my shell, I decided to share some personal things and became friends with him.