07loneil
02-04-2007, 12:06 AM
This is part one of my story.
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January 2003 - My alarm clock jolted me awake, and I jumped out of bed to get ready for school. The sky was a deep black, pierced by pricks of light from the last stars to fade. My room was chilly; it couldn’t be more than a few degrees outside. I had set out my new uniform on my bed last night, so I quickly put on the blue plaid jumper and brushed my hair out. I wanted to look nice today.
I made my way downstairs. The kitchen smelled of Eggo waffles, and as I sat down, my mother handed me a plate of food I was almost too nervous to eat. I managed to gulp down a few bites, and I stood up to find my backpack. It was already 7:20 by now, and a few rays of morning light were beginning to penetrate the pitch black of the sky. “Molly,” my mom called, “are you ready to go? I want to get there early so we can talk to your new teacher.” I finished gathering my things, and my little brother Max ran downstairs.
Mom gathered us both into the car, and before I knew it, I was walking through the doors of Holy Family Catholic School. Sounds of chattering students reached my ears, and I smelled some sort of pizza. After my brother walked away to his classroom, my mother led me down a long hallway to a classroom. “This is your classroom. I think that’s your teacher, Mrs. Jameson, over there. Lets go in.” I followed her in, scanning a room of unfamiliar faces that made my head spin, thankfully mixed with a few faces that I knew. i wondered when these faces would be matched with names, and names with feelings, and, eventually, memories. How would these unfamiliar people influence my life?
Mrs. Jameson walked over to me. She looked nice enough, and was medium height with brownish hair. “Hello Molly!” she greeted me, and began to usher me across the room. “I have a seat for you over here, by Jana Cates and David Justin. Did you bring any school supplies?” I replied, “ I wasn’t sure what I would need, so, um, I brought some notebooks and pencils.” She assured me that I would be fine for today, and gave my mother a supplies list. Mom hugged me, and said goodbye before leaving. A loud bell rang through the intercom system on the wall, and, not knowing what else to do, I sat down in the seat that Mrs. Jameson had shown me, and announcements began.
After we listened to some announcements about typical things such as lunch menus and birthdays, the teacher stood up. “Class, our new student is here today. This is Molly O’ Donnell, let’s all be nice and welcoming to her.” A few people waved to me, and I stared at the ground, embarrassed. Soon, Mrs. Jameson began to talk about punctuation, and I looked up and scanned the room. It was medium sized, filled with educational posters, along with the typical “try hard,” “be determined” ones that were commonplace in all classrooms. I noticed there was a dry-erase board in this room; that was new to me, I was used to chalk boards. I turned my attention to my new peers. A tall boy whose desk’s name tag read “Benjamin” sat behind me. I saw a few girls in a corner whispering to each other. I wondered what they were all like.
A few hours later, we all trooped out for recess, except the one boy who had to go to the nurse’s office. The second that I got outside, I was surrounded my what seemed like a thousand girls who I had never met, all trying to talk to me. A few girls that I had met at a welcoming party thrown for me the day before made their way to the center of the circle, and they waved in greeting. Grateful at the sight of a friendly face, I waved back. As the crowd of girls gradually receded, they remained, and invited me to go play with them
“Hi Molly,” one of them, Candra said, “how is your day going?” “Oh, it’s going OK,” I ventured, cautiously. “Cool!” another, Sara, put in, “Wanna play tag with us?” I tentatively agreed, and as we ran back and forth in the nippy January air, I thought over my new surrounding, and wondered what a future at Holy Family would hold.
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January 2003 - My alarm clock jolted me awake, and I jumped out of bed to get ready for school. The sky was a deep black, pierced by pricks of light from the last stars to fade. My room was chilly; it couldn’t be more than a few degrees outside. I had set out my new uniform on my bed last night, so I quickly put on the blue plaid jumper and brushed my hair out. I wanted to look nice today.
I made my way downstairs. The kitchen smelled of Eggo waffles, and as I sat down, my mother handed me a plate of food I was almost too nervous to eat. I managed to gulp down a few bites, and I stood up to find my backpack. It was already 7:20 by now, and a few rays of morning light were beginning to penetrate the pitch black of the sky. “Molly,” my mom called, “are you ready to go? I want to get there early so we can talk to your new teacher.” I finished gathering my things, and my little brother Max ran downstairs.
Mom gathered us both into the car, and before I knew it, I was walking through the doors of Holy Family Catholic School. Sounds of chattering students reached my ears, and I smelled some sort of pizza. After my brother walked away to his classroom, my mother led me down a long hallway to a classroom. “This is your classroom. I think that’s your teacher, Mrs. Jameson, over there. Lets go in.” I followed her in, scanning a room of unfamiliar faces that made my head spin, thankfully mixed with a few faces that I knew. i wondered when these faces would be matched with names, and names with feelings, and, eventually, memories. How would these unfamiliar people influence my life?
Mrs. Jameson walked over to me. She looked nice enough, and was medium height with brownish hair. “Hello Molly!” she greeted me, and began to usher me across the room. “I have a seat for you over here, by Jana Cates and David Justin. Did you bring any school supplies?” I replied, “ I wasn’t sure what I would need, so, um, I brought some notebooks and pencils.” She assured me that I would be fine for today, and gave my mother a supplies list. Mom hugged me, and said goodbye before leaving. A loud bell rang through the intercom system on the wall, and, not knowing what else to do, I sat down in the seat that Mrs. Jameson had shown me, and announcements began.
After we listened to some announcements about typical things such as lunch menus and birthdays, the teacher stood up. “Class, our new student is here today. This is Molly O’ Donnell, let’s all be nice and welcoming to her.” A few people waved to me, and I stared at the ground, embarrassed. Soon, Mrs. Jameson began to talk about punctuation, and I looked up and scanned the room. It was medium sized, filled with educational posters, along with the typical “try hard,” “be determined” ones that were commonplace in all classrooms. I noticed there was a dry-erase board in this room; that was new to me, I was used to chalk boards. I turned my attention to my new peers. A tall boy whose desk’s name tag read “Benjamin” sat behind me. I saw a few girls in a corner whispering to each other. I wondered what they were all like.
A few hours later, we all trooped out for recess, except the one boy who had to go to the nurse’s office. The second that I got outside, I was surrounded my what seemed like a thousand girls who I had never met, all trying to talk to me. A few girls that I had met at a welcoming party thrown for me the day before made their way to the center of the circle, and they waved in greeting. Grateful at the sight of a friendly face, I waved back. As the crowd of girls gradually receded, they remained, and invited me to go play with them
“Hi Molly,” one of them, Candra said, “how is your day going?” “Oh, it’s going OK,” I ventured, cautiously. “Cool!” another, Sara, put in, “Wanna play tag with us?” I tentatively agreed, and as we ran back and forth in the nippy January air, I thought over my new surrounding, and wondered what a future at Holy Family would hold.