Creative Writing – Happyness (Partial)

Mother, I can not wait for prepare forthwith At four years old I shouted this with frenzy and glee, wonderful thoughts sprung into my mind and bounced around it like hot air in a balloon. Nothing could burst my bubble and I was determined to unsex a excellent impression on my new and caring teacher. It was my original day at primary school and I was to be introduced into reception. command Campsten, a young and friendly lady took my hand and led me into the contrasted yet curious room. I could see a dozen bambino looking ats gleaming up at me. It was all so inviting and fresh. Only therefore had I realised these were my new classmates. I scanned the room for a interpret mate and saw what I was sure was a sobbing boy. He moaned and groaned in the corner of the room behind a creaking woody door. I shuffled slowly over and plucked up the courage to occupy him Will you play with me? He twisted his head upwards to face me and smiled, I knew this was the start of a friendship w hich would seem to never end.slowly but gradually he started to come out of his shell much talking to me like a shy tortoise. Playing in the full-bodied and spacey sandpit was great. I used to pick up the sand and let it slide through my fingers acting as if it was a gay sieve. Ben copied me and laughed at my stupid thinking in an amused matter. I did not really mind as long as it kept him happy. I was always confused about why he was so chain reactorcast that morning.The curiosity was biting at me like an impatient gnat. Miss Campsten explained, Ben, was slimy home sickness and had also been admitted that morning into school. At this age I did not believe this excuse, how could you be home sick at school? How could you not be excited? I was buzzing like a bee around the classroom collecting worksheets and doing simple errands for Miss Campsten. It was overwhelming, I had no meter to stop and think, learning numbers and the alphabet was challenging enough.Things were silky nicely at school, new friends, great respect from my teacher and about of all a brilliant learning experience. The afternoon unless tho got better We had taken a trip to the school gardens which led down a long, windy path to a greenhouse. The greenhouse was perfectly die and stable with beautiful plants adorning it. The vast space inside was fascinating. Plant pots and dishware lay perfectly around the sides of the greenhouse on clear glaze shelves. Ben and I screamed in delight Delicately we picked an orchid to deliver as a gift to Miss Campsten, our teacher we were surprisingly fond with only after a few hours. The orchid embellished stunning features with its striking proud leaves and its long elegant stem. Perfection to a teeHome time children she said while clapping her hands enthusiastically. Oh no The day had flown by in a flash. Ben and I exchanged grins of cheerful spirit because we had to explore so much more tomorrow.