Before the school started my brothers took me around the school and gave me some essential tips on how to pass a school day. So I went to my first class with advice from two of the people I admired the most, and was confident that all things would go well. As I walked into the class room, I could tell that all the students were also new because half the class was crying and the room was in chaos. I was shown to my place. It was right at the back of the class and since there were many children, there weren’t enough desks. So I ended up sitting on a chair with no desk. When I had to write, I had to lean the book on a chair in front of me. I really did not enjoy that very much. People were surprised to see that I wasn’t crying even though it was my first day at school. They didn’t understand that for as long I could remember, my elder brothers whom I adored were going to this place called ‘school’ and I was so eager to join them. So why should I be crying when at last I have gone to the ‘school’ I have heard so much of?
At break time, the Principal who looked more like a grandma dressed in white, came up to me and asked me how things were going I was so scared I just ran away without speaking. I found my brothers class room and soon I was with my brother as he introduced his friends to me. The bell rang and I went to class, but I missed my brother and was feeling lonely. So as soon as the teacher looked the other way, I sneaked out of the class room and went straight to my brother’s class! I went up to him and sat next to him. The teacher came up to me and told me to go back to my class room, but I was so scared. I held on to my brother as tightly as I could. My brother was getting embarrassed and asked me to leave too, but I still wouldn’t, so with the help of a stick, the teacher forced me back to my class room.
In less than 5 minutes however, I was out and back in my brother’s class. This happened a few times and I couldn’t understand why the teacher wouldn’t let me be with my brother. At
Lunch time I was called to the Principals office and she told me she had phoned home and my father was going to come and pick me up and therefore I was to stay in my class
room. Knowing my father wouldn’t be home at this time, I did the most outrageous thing. I called her a liar and ran out. The rest of the day turned out to be more or less uneventful.
School ended and I had to go home on the bus. My brothers came on a different bus as for them school ended later. That evening when I was on the bus home, I slept almost all the way. When I woke up I was at the stop before mine and, afraid that I would sleep again and miss my stop, I got of right there and ran home.