He was a little scared as he stepped inside the classroom,but he did not cry like some others.He did not know anybody there and had no idea what to do,he just followed the instructions of a lady who everyone called as teacher.He had a bag which was given to him by his mother and she had told him that it had his pencils and books.
He sat there on the bench in the middle of the classroom with two other boys on his each side.The teacher said something and the two boys started getting something out from his bag and he followed and took out his pencil,sharpener,eraser and notebook.Soon the bell rang and the period was over and after some time everyone stood up as the different lady entered the class and he awkwardly followed other boys and girls and also stood up to greet the new lady who was also called a teacher,he just moved his mouth to the rhythm of what others spoke.
Then the bell rang again and it was break time and he had his lunch alone on his desk,he looked around the classroom as he ate with short bites and then finally drank some water from his water bottle.
After so many bells it was finally time to go home,he was happy to go home from this strange place with new people.But soon he missed that strange place which was called class.Little did he know that he had embarked on a wonderful journey where he would explore more and make some wonderful friends and memories that could be cherished for the whole life.
That was his first day in the class.
Had to write something,looked for some inspiration and couldn’t find any so wrote this instead.This is missing some details but I preferred posting it anyway.Thank you for reading. 🙂