At school, I would inhale the giggles and chatter that bounced off the blue-tinted walls and floated ‘round the classroom.
Still, I was accepted because we were in a school where classmates stayed together. We just changed rooms each year; it created a closeness.
Then came High School and nothing would ever be the same.
On the first day it took five minutes before I had the nerve to go inside.
It was bedlam.
My heart pounded, sweat dripped onto my lashes as hundreds of
people ran up and down the hallways like ants settin’ up a home front.
Bells rang … all the time. It was rowdy and raucous. And scary. I was never able to participate, was glad to leave.
I don’t know if the school ever changed but I did.
(Find out how in Part II)
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
News from home: Hi y’all. Pray everyone is okay. I’m doing good, not
too much pain. The stitches come out Thursday 9th. Do my best for Fri.
Real Pretender? Sounds like an oxymoron.