4. Chapter 4
It was my first day at school today, and first thing in the morning my Mum got me dressed in my new WillowHead blazer. I tried not to scuff my new shoes as I walked along the gravel path to the car. I took a seat and slammed the door shut behind me, thinking of school, and all of the friends (and potential enemies) I could make. When we got to the car park, I was a nervous wreck, and I had butterflies in my tummy making me even more nervous than I already was. I was just walking through the gates to WillowHead when I was greeted by a tidy-looking, motherly lady with a kindly twinkle in her eyes. “Hello there!” she recited, in a warm tone, “You must be Harriet. Please, come in!” The teacher (whose name was Ms Bennet) showed me to my new classroom. It was a large room with enormous windows. Why would you need windows if all there was to see outside was a bleak, grey playground, with a football pitch at one end and a few hopscotch courts at the other? Anyway, other than that, the classroom was not very exciting. A couple of nerdy, snotty-looking boys sat at one table, while a few rough-and-tough girls sat at another. Then, I spotted a friendly-looking girl sat at a small table in the middle of the room, all on her own. I plucked up the courage to go and speak to her. “Hi, I’m Harriet! What’s your name?” I said with enthusiasm. The girl seemed quite shy at first, but soon after, she replied, “Hello, I’m Anya, nice to meet you!” After a while, our friendship grew and grew. People teased us, and called us names, but we didn’t care. After all, they were probably just jealous of how good of friends we are, or so we thought.