The Day Of School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

I woke up alarmed and breathing heavy. Fear coursed through my veins. Was it from the recurring nightmare I had for the past week or what was to come that day? I didn't know. Both seemed pretty bad to me and I wished neither of them would have to happen, but they did. That day I had my first day of school. I wouldn't mind if it would have been the year before, this year was different though. This past summer was the hardest thing I've done. I had to say goodbye to everything. My friends, my home, everything that ever made me happy. The only thing that I brought with me was my very precisely chosen wardrobe of cool toned shirts and expensive bottoms and my old and useless cat Luna. Our new house was on the edge of town, the richer side. But that didn't mean anything to me, neither did my dad’s new job. Nothing about this new start made me happy. I was perfectly fine in our old home, I had tons of friends and I was close with all the girls on my softball team. Everyone in the town knew me, and I knew everyone. The only person from our new town I knew was the sweet old lady who lived next door who brought cookies the day we moved in. She was a lot older than my parents even, probably in her seventies, but looked a bit younger with all the makeup she wore. She looks nice, but also like a typical rich older woman with all the expensive brands and jewelry she wore. Everyone in this neighborhood is like that though, and I feel out of place. I'm not usually the type of person to

The trees fly by with red, yellow and orange leaves. I feel the brisk wind swirling my hair from right to left. I feel the rocks and pavement underneath my feet. I feel the strength in my thighs. As I run through the woods, I am alone with my thoughts, and I discover peace.

It was not often that I had a few hours to slip away and return to that beloved spot under my favorite pair of trees. That day I had packed my hammock, a thermos full of jasmine tea, and the book that had been gathering dust on my shelf for months. I hopped in my car and drove the relaxing forty-seven minute journey (I had narrowed it down to the exact minute since I had driven there so many times). I stepped onto that familiar turf wearing my favorite jacket; it was a little more brisk than most would consider to be the perfect autumn afternoon, but I disagreed. The crisp, dry air was refreshing, cleansing. I needed to clear my head.

I enjoy the changes in nature during the fall. The auburn, crimson, and golden leaves intermingle as they slowly flutter to the ground. They litter the landscape like confetti after a parade. Animals begin to prepare for winter by storing nuts, growing their thick winter coats, and migrating to a warmer climate. The sun’s rays warm my skin enough for me to yearn to be outside and a crisp breeze blows through my hair; the cool air feels fresh after the humid stickiness of summer, and I feel

Once I arrived at the park, I breathed in the fresh air around me and took it all in. The air was cool and salty from the Atlantic ocean, and the trees were a stunning shade of orange this autumn. I could hear the waves crashing against the shore and leaves crunching beneath my feet. An ice cold wind whipped my hair, and I was glad I wore warm clothes. I made a beeline

Fall was just around the corner, slowly creeping in as summer ends causing the crisp copper leaves to fall of the trees as they swayed gently in the wind. The forest felt alive with the branches creaking, squirrels chattering, the birds singing and bugs humming. The smell of wild herbs filled my nostrils; a refreshing scent.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

It is a silent morning and I was getting ready for the school. I just woke up from the terrible dream I had. Totally bad to start off a school day like this. Walking down the dust wood stair. Then I grab some brown bread from the kitchen. I grab the glass cup in the sink and pour some milk. Now time to eat. I trying to eat as fast I can since I have a test today. I look up to the clock. It is 7:30, the school start at 8:05. Gotta to go, I thought. So I quickly rush to the front yard of my family’s house. Unlock the bike, and here we go.

It was the last day of school, Kaylee rode the bus home just as she does every other day. When she got home, the key to her house fell out of her hand and into a ditch. She couldn't find it, her brother helped search for the key but it was nowhere to be seen. Their mom wouldn't get off work for another two hours, so they had to sit outside in the hot sun waiting for her. She reached into her backpack to get her phone so she could call her mom. After she realised her phone wasn't in her backpack she decided to go sit under a tree for shade. After sitting under the tree for a while, the sun started to set. Their mom finally got home and they went inside. She told her mom that she had left her phone at school. Since it was summer break she couldn't go back and get it. Her mom told her that she wasn't getting another phone since she left it at school. Kaylee snuck out of the house to go get her friends. Kaylee, Destiny, Alyssa, and Lexi all walked to pinkston.

Bong! Bong! Bong! Sounded the cheesey end of the day bell. I was so excited to get out of school. Why? Today was the last day of second grade! . I could go home and take a much needed summer break. I thought to myself as a trotted out to the front of the building. It wasn't that easy though because of all the screaming and rambunctious kids trying to escape the prison also. I finally made it out of the chaos and into the pick/drop off lane. Frantically looking for my mom’s van so I can get away from the school. As I was looking for the jet black van when my pesky sister crept up behind me and started rambling about her day. The van finally pulled over, I lept in the back seat. I was greeted by a hello from both my parents?! That was surprising, usually only my mom comes to pick us up so that was strange. I didn’t think to much of it though because it was the last day which is kind of special. It would make sense if they both came, along with my little sister Natalie who was not in school yet. Anyway as we were pulling out of the parking lot. I looked back at Oakdale for the last time. We just recently moved so I was finishing off the school year. It was kind of sad not being able to see most of my friends that often. Pushing those confusing emotions aside, we started heading back home. Or so I thought.

Subconsciously, June kicked a pile of leaves that had blown against an old oak tree. If only she were still a child. Fall had been her favorite, the sound of the crisp leaves, the smell of spices, that had been autumn.

It was the first day of school. Children, manhandled out of minivans, walked over precipitous hills, and crossed dangerous streets of monstrous cars wanting a bite out of any child that came its way. All to go to the sprawling, tan building for a full seven and a half hours of learning. Among those children, was a little girl. Her father urged her into the building, and made the usual remarks about how he’ll see her later, and for her to be a good girl. A teacher took her hand and guided her to the preschool classroom where she would spend the year.

I am walking on the sidewalk, as far away as I can from the gas station for now. I run into a library. At least I get to rest a bit, while enjoying the cool air inside the building. I find a place to myself, a nice arm chair on the second floor of the building. It’s kind of weird that this library is so lovely, for such a run-down town. But I’m not complaining, I love libraries and I love to read. That’s another thing I appreciated most in my times in the place I call Hell. I was never allowed to own my own books; Ms. Annette didn’t like the fact that girls can be smart or like to learn like boys. Come on! It’s the 21st century, everything is different from the time that ancient hag was my age.

It was a Friday morning, Mom just pulled into the parking lot to walk me into school. I was so ready to get the day over with because I had a spelling test that I did not wanna take. As my mom was walking with me into school, she told me after school she would pick me up and we would go to the mall to finish our Christmas shopping for my Dad and brother. I just loved going to the mall because they had built this brand new toy store in the mall that was jam-packed with toys like Legos, Batman action figures, and the newest video games for my Nintendo DS.