Here it is, the grand gates to my new beginnings. I take a few steps anxiously, careful not to draw attention. The bittersweet aroma of the freshly trimmed fields, All the kids are laughing, enjoying their life. They skip and hop, without the slightest bit of fear in their minds. It would be a while until I started to fit in, but, everyone has to start somewhere.
The room was large and open. I could just make out the nearby whispers of my soon-to-be classmates. A man looks and walks over to me, “Must be the teacher” I thought to myself. He strode with confidence and authority. He greeted me with a few words in English. I could only understand some words like “Hello” and “How are you”, but he had a warm and welcoming aura. I felt safe around him.
All the other kids ate quite strange looking foods. I took a seat next to some kids, they were having a conversation. It seemed like a normal thing for them, I couldn’t understand a thing but they looked fine and friendly.
I found the library to be cozy and peaceful. I could never go out on the field and place those rough and tough games with the other kids. Luckily, the library had books in my language. Slowly but surely, I started to learn some new English words. I was eager to test them out.
The final bell of the day rang, the kids hurried to pack their stuff and leave. School was okay, it wasn’t perfect but it was good enough. I wasn’t able to make any new friends but I could speak better English now. Hey, maybe tomorrow, I’d make a new friend,