A little girl stood in the enormous playground and looked at the school with utter amazement. Not only was she dazzled by the sheer size of the school, but the variety and abundance of students astonished her. Excitement knew no bounds but she was anxious too. She felt as if she could never belong to such a gigantic place, amongst so many people.
She felt a hand on my shoulder. Surprised, she slowly turned around and found herself starring into the kind light brown eyes of a lady, who she assumed to be a teacher.
”Come inside, dear”, the lady said. At the mere age of four and not being familiar with English, the little girl didn’t comprehend what was being said to her, but the lady’s pleasant smiles warmed her to the core and found herself following the lady to a classroom.
Finding a seat, she took her sweet time observing her new surrounding. A spacious classroom with whiteboards, markers, dusters, cabinets and many many desks. School has so far, not disappointed her little innocent soul. She now decided to analyze the lady in front. She had auburn hair, and the little girl was mesmerized by her light brown eyes, which she kept starring at. Her teacher was fair, as fair as the milk she had drunk for breakfast. With studying eyes, she imprinted the picture of this lady in her mind. She was however, struggling to come up with what to call her. So absorbed was she in her keen observations, that she forgot to listen what was being told in the class.
The bell rang, buzzing her back to focus. She had never heard anything so loud. She knew there were bells in school, she had learnt that from baby Looney Toons, but was it supposed to be that loud? She was almost scared, but since the nice lady seemed unaffected by the thunderous noise and was still smiling, she decided there was nothing to be afraid of. She was trying to concentrate on what the lady was saying, but the sights of her new ambience were overwhelming. All she managed to figure out was ‘Olivia”, and decided that must be her name.
Miss Olivia handed out worksheets with letters and numbers on them. “A, B, C, 1, 2, 3” , the little girl thought, “easy”. She finished her work and with no other mode of communication, she raised her hand to indicate she was done. Miss Olivia hurried to her desk and the little girl handed her paper in. With a smile, Miss Olivia began examining her paper, and the little girl looked attentively at her teacher’s face. It showed no anger, no remorse, just pure happiness, and maybe she was one of the reasons, the little girl thought proudly.
With each passing second, the end of school day was coming near, and sooner than later, the inevitable last ring of the bell echoed throughout the school. With memories of an amazing day, she hummed a song as she ran to hug her mother.
Apart from a few nitpicks (coming up), I liked the idea. The main character seemed like a foreigner, so the whole-new-world thing from a kid's perspective was very interesting. Just have a few corrections:
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