the day my life changed 

As I stood in line waiting for the teacher to come to the door the excitement and fear of starting school was building in the pit of my stomach. would I make friends? would I like kindergarten? would I hate school?  Suddenly the door to the school swung  open with a loud bang as it hit the post behind it  and out came a lady in a flowing floral dress, that blew like a leaf in the wind. her smile was like the smile of a fairy, with lips as red as a fresh strawberry. her dirt brown hair was streaked with grey and her eyes as blue as the oceans of Hawaii. her voice as she said, “hello my new students, are you excited for your first day of kindergarten garden?” was sweet and cheery like a morning bird.

as we entered the class i could smell the freshly dried lemon scented cleaning spray. as we sat on the carpet the lemony smell was replaced with a musty plastic smell from the old foam square ire mats we were sitting on. as i looked around the class i took in all the colours of the rainbow decorating the posters about math and french words i had yet to learn. the class was cheery and i felt a warm sense of  welcome and a feeling of being at home. The teacher made her introductions her name was Mme. Shripton, and we introduced ourselves, there were kids with backgrounds from all corners of the world, Europe, North America, South America, Africa, Asia, Australia, and the arctic. She showed us around the class, one corner was filed with a doll house, dolls, lego, blocks, puppets and books. Another corner has the teacher’s desk. Another has the bathroom and 2 sinks. And the last is where we keep out work books.

Then she shows us the cloak room, above each hook is a bright and happy yellow star with a name she tells us to go and find the star with our name on it. We all ran to go find our names, there was the loud sound of new  rubber sneakers slapping the old linoleum floor, as we ran to find our names. When i found my own name there was a  draw string bag as red as the fire trucks in the play aria. On it was my name written in black sharpie. in it was a paper I could not yet read but i was excited to learn how. as i stared at the black ink on the white paper i saw letters i knew on their own but not together. 

After the tourer we were allowed to play with the toys for the last 20 minuets of class. I was playing on a musty, faded carpet with a  group of other kids. When from behind me a blood curdling screaming erupted, we all whipped our heads around faster then the speed if light to see what was causing the commotion. All i saw was 3 girls and boys facing the doll house, there faces flushed with the horror of what was in the house. Mme. Shrimpton ran over her high  heal shoes  clicking along side her, as she looked into the house a look of horror flashed over her face only to be gone a second latter like a flash of lightning. She looked towards the rest of the class her face not showing the fear of what was in the doll house. She smiled and said,”is their anyone that is not afraid of spiders, that can bring this spider to the window and let it out?” Finally i student stood up and walked to the doll house, picked up the spider and started walking to the doll house, when he stumbled on the edge of the carpet dropping the spider next to our little play group. Another scream and  then a big loud () then silence, “nooooo, you killed him!” The boy carrying the spider screamed as tears started streaming like a river down his face. Mme. Shrimpton rushed over her high heal shoes clicking alongside her at a quick pace. I looked over to see a small amount of grey goop and a few spider legs sticking out of it. The spider was dead. 

As we left the school to go home, Mme. Shrimpton wished us a good rest of the day, “see you tomorrow, bye.” She said her smile bright and kind. 

The end

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