MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

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BEN PEARCE 10D

MY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

It was the first day of school for the small boy who stood by the farm gate, his eyes pleading with the mother he loves so dearly, she however, chose to ignore his silent entreaties, pushing the curly-haired youngster towards the village school. He longed to feel the big wrinkly hand of his grandfather, a hand that he had never been denied before. His grandfather taught Tom everything he knew from counting up to five to how to use manners and etiquette.

Kicking stones as he rustled through the cornfield, the youngster felt betrayed. School? Why did he need school? He could read and write a bit and anyway, who needed school when his affectionate grandfather knew everything there was to know?

His sister, three years superior and quite bossy, took his tiny little shrivelled hand and tugged him ever onward. Hating it immediately, he allowed himself to be dragged along the well-trodden footpath towards that eerie building. It was an inhospitable place with high ceilings and rows of oxidised iron-framed desks. Approaching the tall-gated entrance, he found big podgy boys staring and taunting at