Personal+Narratives+4

Coffee and Kindergarten  By: Theresa C.

It was just a few minutes before the bell rang at afternoon kindergarten (eight minutes to be exact) and, boy, was I having the time of my life that day; I painted, did a puzzle, and I even got to play with clay! Even though it was a great day, I was ready to dart outside and meet up with Angela and Coleman ( my older siblings). I stared longingly at the back pack area, especially at mine witch was the one that was pink one that looked to big on my back, as Mrs. Harrison told us what our homework was for that night and what we were doing tomorrow. Now I was getting pretty bored and impatient.  “ OK and don't forget to discus with your family what you learned today also. Tomorrow we are going to have loads of fun...”Mrs. Harrison's voice trailed off.  I didn't listen too the rest of what she was saying. I was still staring at all the backpacks. Once I was finished examining every back pack I looked around. I could tell that a lot of people were also looking out into space. I turned my head and stared at the clock as the second hand made it's way extremely slow to the number 12. It was as if that a old man was making it's way to the bus, and the driver waited as patiently as if he had nothing else to do life. But then he stares back at all the people, waiting to get to there destination, with eyes that were saying, “Ha-ha! Sorry if you're late.  I couldn't help it but to spring out of my chair when the bell rang loudly into my ears as if to say, “your free”!  “ Oops! Everyone get their backpacks! No shoving!” I strung the giant pink straps over my shoulder and lined up as quick as I could, even though I still ended up toward the end of the line. We all walked down the hall, with “marshmallows” in our mouths and hands by our sides. I was ready to fly out of school and go home. Even though I so desperately wanted to race outside to tell Ang and Coleman about my day, I stopped when Mrs. Harrison and Mrs. Law pulled me aside in the middle of the hallway.  “ Hi Theresa!” was the first they said. I swallowed my “marshmallows” and took a quick glance at the door.  “ Hi.” I replied.  “How are you?” Those next words ran through my brain so slowly, and my feet were almost pulling me to the door, but I managed to reply.  “Good.” was all I managed to squeeze out of my lips.  “That's good. So what does your mom do while your at school?”  They asked, and then looked at me with eyes that were saying “go on, tell us, don't be nervous”. But I was. “OK” I thought, ”this is a trick question but they are not going to fool me! But this is my chance to say the answer so I can get out of here.” I thought about my answer for just a sec. then I just took a chance.  “ Ummm....” It was hard to get my mouth to work, but forced out an answer.  “ She stays home and... um... drinks her coffee.” I was pretty happy that my voice held in there and everything came out... um... OK. I even smiled, well sorta, I felt I did kind of good that now I could leave with no delays. When I looked up at the teachers faces, they looked kind of smiley to! Except something was wrong. Their faces looked twisted. Before I knew it they burst out in laughter.  I stood there frozen. I tried to get my feet to move, but it felt like they were gorilla glued to the cold, hard, tile. The laughter rang through my ears, this was the first time I actually hated laughter. But this laughter was different, It was saying your hilarious, but kind of pathetic. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,cursive;"> I felt like I was in preschool again. I stuck my little hands into the mount of shaving cream that was piled in front of me. My finger squashed deeper and deeper until they hit the table. I pulled them out and smashed them onto my face. Shaving cream took over my face and everybody laughed, and I really didn't know why, I was just having fun. The teachers made me go wash my face, and everybody giggled, including my preschool friends. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,cursive;"> Tears came to my eyes but I didn't let them see me. I managed to quickly smile and run down the hallway. I felt ruined. I burst out the door then looked back. There were the twisted smiles that I absolutely hated. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,cursive;"> The next day Mrs. Harrison greeted me kindly, but I just scooted by. I was mad. Mad at her for laughing in my face, mad at her for making my cheeks turn red, and making me complain and tear up to my mom when she had no idea why! <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,cursive;"> I thought just to myself that day, that I would never say that my mom stayed home and drank coffee ever again, never ever. <span style="font-family: Comic Sans,cursive;"> But Some day, a day a long way from, I will forgive her, maybe.

<span style="font-family: Trebuchet,sans-serif;">(:The End :)

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