First day of prep
...st so hard, knowing I had to go through this gate for another 7 years to come. Good morning Mrs Gaya, I hear everyone call out. What did that mean I thought to myself, was it a song, a poem? Everything was different, no mum and dad to rely on, only a brother in grade 5 who fitted in perfectly. My heart nearly stopped, never was I so afraid to be situated in a room like I was nothing, no one. There was so much pressure on me; nothing was making sense and everyone glaring at me for being the new kid made me weak. We all sat around some tables, with a piece of paper in front of us and a tin full of colouring pencils. “Now children, draw”, she said. I took a pencil in my hand and started drawing; it was a wonderful picture of my family. The teacher walked up to me patted me on the back, told me that my work was a piece of art and asked questions on whether the people in my picture were my mum, dad and brother. I of course did not know what she was saying to me so I covered my face with my hands, began to cry and call out my brothers’ name. Before I knew it I heard my brothers voice trying to settle me down, telling me everything will be ok. This did not happen just once, but many times throughout the day. Recess and then lunchtime had finally come. All the kids were calling me to play but I didn’t want to, I just stayed right behind my brother and his friends. Ten minutes of lunchtime past and my brother went off to play soccer with his friends on the oval, but I just sat on the grass watching them, waiting for the school day to finish so I could go home to my mum and dad. The bell rang and everyone started heading back to their classes. What was I suppose to do? Where was I supposed to go? I looked around; the bigger boys were pushing one another and laughing about something. I felt all left out, but it was partly my fault, I was isolating myself. Luckily I saw Amy, the girl who sat beside me in class so I quietly followed her. One by one we entered the colourful classroom, there were pictures, numbers, words everywhere. I looked around and saw that everyone was heading towards the teacher. Was I supposed to go too? She pulled out a book, opened it and started reading. I slowly walked toward...