My mum led me to the general office; we were 20 minutes late. I was really scared. I started to shake. My heart started beating twice as fast. I knew all of the children were already inside the classroom. They were going to watch every move I made.
We were kept inside the office for about half an hour. Shortly after came a frightening old women with grey hair, who looked remarkably like Cinderella’s step mother. She came in and said to my mother, “Are you Miss Omar?”
“Yes”, my mum said, sounding like a robot boring and repetitive, a blank expression on her face.
“Come follow me. Right this way,” the women said, very happily.
My mum and I followed her as she led us to my new classroom. She opened the door really slowly, causing the old and rotten door to make a terrifying noise. This attracted all the students’ attention. I was really embarrassed as I stood outside of the classroom. She went in and called the leading classroom teacher outside for a moment, to have a word with my mum. I was told to introduce my mother and myself, and teacher introduced herself; her name was Ms.Willis.
I went inside the classroom with my teacher. Even though I was taller than most of them I felt as though I was surrounded by giants. Ms. Willis told everyone to sit on a nasty dirty carpet that had chewing gum all over it, which was at the back of the classroom, and told me to introduce myself to introduce myself to everyone.
We were told to sit in alphabetical order: I was told to sit next to three girls. I was really nervous because they kept on looking at my forehead. I got really angry, and said, “Stop it!” in a really deep and angry voice. They were shocked and had puzzled expressions.
My teacher came to me with a blank exercise book and a reading book, “Can you read?” I nodded my head knowing little of what she meant.
“Read this book for me”, Ms. Willis said.
I read the book with an awkward accent. She gave me the exercise book and told me to write my name, maths and 5W, because that was my class’s name.
It was 12:00 pm. My teacher shouted out, “Stop what you are doing and line up outside”. I followed everyone as they stopped and lined up outside, and stood at the back of the line. My teacher came out locked the door and led us to this big shiny stairwell. It was so clean and shiny you could see your reflection on the floor.
I stepped inside the stairwell: it was reeking of expired food. Every step I took, the smell was getting worse and worse. We finally got inside the dinner hall. It was big: there were 14 long tables inside it. You would have to be quiet to get your lunch but my table was noisy so we didn’t get to go first. We eventually got there I felt humiliated by the food the school was offering. It looked like food that was cooked yesterday. That was the final humiliation of the day.
