Short Story- First Day

Short Story- First Day

As I run, trying desperately not to be late, my heart was pumping.

It’s my first day at my new school and already I’m 5 minutes late,

wondering what will the teacher say and, more importantly, what my new

class will think of me. I run as hard as I can, not caring about my

bag rubbing on my shoulders. I run as hard and as fast as I can trying

not to be too late. As I approach the stairs, I run up, jump the three

steps, burst through the door into the empty corridors, still

wondering what everyone will say. I run in the direction of my new

classroom approaching the last corner. I swing round the corner and

‘Crash’!

As I sit up of the ground wondering whom I crashed into, trying to

pick up all my belongings, I look at the other person and what I see

is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I apologise as much as I

can before running of to my new classroom embarrassed. Now not caring

what my class will say, all I care about and can think of is that

girl.

‘Who is she?’

‘What’s her name?’

I just want to meet her again, say sorry for running into her, and

make sure she’s not angry and annoyed at me.

As I reach the door of my new classroom, I peer through the glass, see

the teacher writing something on the board, the children all in lines

at their desks. I take one last look, take a big, deep breath and

reach for the handle.

As the cold handle turns in my hot, sweaty palm, my hand trembling,

the sound of the click of the door magnified by my nervous mind. I

feel a rush of nerves coming over me. The questions still gong through

my head about that girl and my new class.

As I slowly op...

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... wait. 20 minutes of standing outside, in the cold, on my own looking

like a Larry. Great fun!

But actually as soon as I walk out onto the playground I get a tap on

my shoulder. I think to myself, “O, no”, wondering what’s going to

happen, but when I spin round I am face to face with a boy called

Michael in my class. He introduces himself, says he knows I’m new

today and asks me if I want to hang with him and his mates. I

instantly agree and he takes mw to meet his group. We all become mates

instantly and arrange to meet down the park after school. That turned

out to be a regular patter, down the park everyday after school to

play footy.

After 3 weeks of that we were now very good mates and still are. My

first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be after all. It’s not

everyday you meet a new group of mates.