My First Day At School
I woke up in the night several times.
I looked at the time. It was 3:45am.
Only five hours until I was at school.
Not just any school, but secondary school. I fell asleep, content, a large smile on my face.
A piercing voice yelled, “rise and shine.” I recognised the voice immediately.
It was my 14-year-old brother, Jafar. As usual, he started the day off with a ‘joke’.
“Ha ha, you are going to be dripping wet from all the dunkies you are going to get from the year eights and nines,” he laughed. I bit my nails nervously and began to think of what lay ahead of me. I ignored my brother and walked to my wardrobe.
I looked at the uniform I would be wearing for the next five years: a blue shirt, black blazer, trousers and a striped tie. 'Bassaleg School', I thought.
As I walked down the stairs into the hallway the racket of clicking from cameras punched me. My mother and sister grinned as they took shots of me in my uniform. I smiled cheerfully. "Secondary school," I murmured to myself.
As I stepped onto the playground, I was gobsmacked at the sizes of all the other schoolchildren. Six-formers towered above me. Being year six I was used to being one of the tallest. However, here I was dwarfed by everyone.
That night as I slept I knew that everything would be okay. All my worries had seemed to evaporate. Suddenly I just knew that everything would be fine.
I fell asleep, content, a large smile on my face.
