First Day Of School

• Philip Paciente, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2013

I’m in the staring outside watching everything fly by, wishing the car wouldn’t go so fast. I open my bag to see if everything is there, looking for an excuse to go back but to my sadness and anger there all here with my name on it, John Abacus I read to myself. Why was my last name a counting tool, what were they thinking. I thought then we stopped

“We’re here,” mum calls out from the front
I stay quite grab my bag and slowly open the door, first day of high school, I feel scared and lonely, I don’t know anyone here all my friends go to other schools some with others. I here my mum chatting to some one I turn to see who it is and to my surprise it was the principal, I go over to them.
“Hello their Mrs …”
“Mrs Abacus,” Mum kindly points out
“OK your son plan is here and he starts first period at math’s room 2a ,o sorry but I need to go,” and like that zooms away.
My mum kiss me on the head wish’s me good luck and goes too. Now I’m alone so all I can do is go to math’s room 2a… I realize I don’t now where that is
“*Sigh* what to do ask or find it my self,” I mumble to myself.
Well I must of mumble pretty load because the person next to me said its around the lunch hall take a left at the art room, I tern to see a small boy looking at me, he looked smart and scared so I ask
“Thanks, are you new too?” I ask in a shy voice
“Yes and the bully’s have already after me to beat me up badly,” he answers in a quiet voice.

We chat for a while and I reach my class luckily were in the same class I hide a sign of relief but I can tell he’s relieved about it to. When the bell rings for recces we go eat our recces in an empty table that we think no ‘groups’ eats here but the bad thing is the bully’s eat their recces next to us and were dogging food for most of the time until they just eat it instead of throwing it.
But by then I’m studding the recces table patterns were the ‘groups’ eat when the end of recces bell goes I tell my friend what the plan is to get a table for us but I realize I don’t know his name yet so I asked
“Sorry but I didn’t get your name before mines John,” I wait for him to answer
“My name is Philip and thanks for helping me from the bully’s,” he answers quietly
The day goes on like that until the end of school, I say goodbye and tell mum what happened and she smiled and I thought on what will happen tomorrow very eagerly.