Introduction
Hello everyone. I'm Richard and I would like to tell you a story that really happened. A lot of kids in schools had interesting stories, memories, good and bad moments. Maybe they were bullied, which unfortunately can happen in schools, and actually some injuries. It could even happen that a person found a love or a best friend who will be their support for their whole life and not only at school. I would like to introduce you to my school life, which I think was quite interesting for me. It actually had a lot of days that I like to remember. There are also a lot of days when I was scared and unfortunately there are also moments when I really got into trouble. There are so many wonderful moments that I spent, but also full of tears. To introduce you to my school story - It's about me and one of my school friends, whom I would like to tell you about continuously. This whole story, which is divided into classes. The older we got by a year, the more we got to know each other. I would like to tell you what he looked like and his other characteristics in this fantasy form in this divided story. Before I get to the story, I would like to tell you that I am older and there were no mobile phones like Iphones, Androids, etc. There were times when people got to know each other completely differently. I think that life was much more interesting back then, because… I don’t know. It seems to me that today’s children at school are only on their mobile phones. You will understand that having one friend that you can find can change your whole life and that you don’t need to have 20,000 friends on social networks. So now to the story itself. I hope you will take something from my school story. Please note that it will take me a little longer to write the story in order to really outline the most interesting days and moments for you.
1st grade / 1st part
The first day of the school year this year began. For me, it was a day that I considered one of the scariest. You‘re asking why? It's logical. I LOVED MY KINDERGARTEN! And now I'll just have to study. I practically cried the whole night. My mom comforted me by saying that a lot of kids have it, but that I shouldn't worry and that if I can handle the first day, I can handle the next days too. At 5:30, I suddenly heard footsteps coming into my room. At that time, it was something new for me. Since I usually didn't get up until 7:00, I was afraid that ghosts were coming to get me. Suddenly, the door opened carefully and my mother came into my room and said: "Richard, it's time to get up... you didn't sleep?! You can't be serious! The first day of school and you look like an uncle who went to the pub to cheer.
Our family is from the bear family. Yes, we are raccoons. I am a rather proud member of our species. I have a brother who can barely speak yet, a mother who always tries to be first somewhere because she is a school teacher and my father is of course not at home because he is a politician and has so many worries about our government. So... you could say... a busy family. When my mother finished speaking, she prepared my clothes as if I were going to the national theater. In the Czech Republic, we have a very popular National Theater. My mother usually drags me there because she loves dramatic plays. Of course, I don't enjoy it at all and I always looked forward to being able to go somewhere during the break to buy a Pepsi.
"Richard, when you are dressed up, Come to the kitchen and have breakfast and we'll talk about your new school." Mom said.
Of course, I really don't like getting up this early, because I usually didn't get up until seven. When I get up early, I usually don't feel very well and I feel sick from nervousness. When I came down for breakfast dressed, Mom stopped me right on the stairs: "How do you look? Your buttons are buttoned on different sides, your jeans are unbuttoned and your sock is inside out." Please, eat and I'll fix you up." Mom said. As I ate, I imagined what it would be like if I had much better friends than I had in kindergarten. Suddenly, after a while, I asked my mom:
“Mom? What would happen if I got lost at school? What if I can’t find my class? What if the kids laugh at me? I’m a raccoon, but there will definitely be dogs, cats, pigs, badgers, deer, maybe even foxes at school. I’m a species that practically no one knows. I’ve never seen anyone like me.”
Mom was starting to get worried and a little angry at the same time. "Richard, please. You think that if there were classic animals in kindergarten that you know are normal, then you bet that a raccoon would also fit in with the normal animals. I know a lot of mothers from families who are raccoon. And don't worry. I chose a school where I teach seventh grade, so I know the classrooms like the back of my hand. Grandma will usually be watching our brother." Mom said. Sam is actually my little brother. He just yells and it's almost unbearable.
Mom continued: "Look, here I have prepared all the necessary school supplies for you for the first day. Are you listening to me?!!" Mom interrupted when she saw me falling asleep at the table and continued.
“When the teacher calls you, introduce yourself nicely. Say: Hello, my name is Richard the Raccoon, my hobbies are playing tennis and watching animated films. You can do it.” My mother supported me.
It was time for me to finally put on my shoes and drive to school with my mother. I felt terribly sick the whole time. It felt like the journey to school was an eternity. When I was nervous, I started to hiccup. That’s why I always took water with me, which always helped me. Fortunately, the weather was beautiful. The sun was shining, it wasn’t cold, it was a beautiful 25 degrees. When we arrived at the school, I saw so many cubs standing at the main door. My mother was right. Every animal was different. There were pigs, deer, sheep, cows, dogs, cats, badgers, hedgehogs… but not a single raccoon. I burst into tears. “Mom!!! I don’t want to be alone in the species, I’ll be the laughing stock. Look at my ears. They look like a panda.”
Mom stopped me right away and tried to comfort me. “Psss… look, don’t worry. I believe that even though you may not see any raccoons right now, you will actually be something special. You will be like a VIP.”
I asked with tears in my eyes: “What is a VIP?”
Mom immediately said: “Well… er… it means that you will simply be very popular.”
I replied: “Okay…”
We both finally came to the main door together. A lot of the animals behaved differently. Some animals were laughing, some animals were not nervous at all. Some animals were fighting at the main gate. Of course, there were also those who were scared and tried to be with their parents. But one animal was completely different. It was playing in the sandbox at the park. It had its plush toy and an excavator there. I didn’t see its parents anywhere. I kept looking at him. It was strange to me how he wasn't nervous at all. He actually had a briefcase with him, but he was smiling the whole time.
When the school doors opened, the boy quickly packed his toys into his briefcase and rushed to school too.
Mom also saw the cub and said to herself: "Well... this one is brave. I've never seen one like that before. I wonder if he goes to the same class as you."
I stared. The cub looked like a tiger. Neither my mom nor I had heard much about the animal. He was wearing green clothes with a red scarf. He also wore green shorts and had several badges on his briefcase. My mom and I tried to follow him and he immediately knew from the signs which class he was going to. He went to the first A.
"Mom? He goes to the first grade like me!!!" I cheered.
But my mom corrected me right away: “That’s right, but he’s going to the better group, you’re in the… actually you’re just going to the second group. The first B.”
I felt sad. “But why am I going to the B?! Am I worse?!”
My mom tried to correct what she didn’t want to say: “No.. no… you’re actually going… you’re a VIP, you deserve something more!”
When my mom sent me to the right class, she said to me: “Okay. This is your class. I have to go teach the seventh grade. If you need anything, you can find me over there at number 14.”
So I entered the class, where there weren’t many of us. There were about 15 children there and everyone was talking to each other. I preferred to sit alone because I didn’t want to spoil anything on the first day. I heard a lot more noise from the next class. It was the better first group. I noticed that their teacher had come into the class. It was Mrs. Badger. Mrs. Sheep came to us. She introduced herself to us, and we had to introduce ourselves too. When it was my turn, something happened that I didn't want to happen. I spoke at one past nine: "I'm tennis, so excuse me, I'm Richard, so *hiccup* Hello... no... good day, I'm sorry, I have to drink."
When I drank, I spilled it and everyone started laughing at me.
At that moment, I felt terribly embarrassed and I just shut up and sat down. I tried to hold back a tear, but I couldn't. Fortunately, the teacher was understanding and nice. She stroked me and explained to the children that this was not nice. The whole time I was thinking about this moment, trying to cover up my spilled T-shirt.
When it was break, we could all go to the school garden. Ashamed of my dirty T-shirt, I sat down on a bench by the sandbox.
I was holding back tears the whole time when I suddenly heard rustling and grunting. You guessed it right. At that moment, I turned around and saw the same boy I had seen in the sandbox by the main door. He was smiling, he had a stuffed toy with him again – the dragon Spyro, who I also really liked because I often played that game, and then the excavator. He was playing how Spyro tried to steal the objects that the excavator had dug up. When the excavator fished out something in the sandbox, Spyro took it in his mouth and tried to run away from the excavator. I thought it was really funny how the boy made sounds, it was also quite cute. I tried to sit down next to him and the whole time I was watching what he was actually doing. The boy was still smiling, apparently so engrossed in the game that he didn't even know that someone was sitting next to him. The boy had strange ears, antennae sticking out of his ears. He looked like a tiger, but he was more like a cat. His chest and stomach were hairless under his jersey, which surprised me, but otherwise he had beautiful white fur with polka dots.
He had a beautiful face with interesting whiskers growing from the side. I suddenly got the courage to say: “Hello”
The boy suddenly got scared, jumped up and sat down on the edge of the sandbox. With his toys in his arms, he looked at me in horror and didn’t say anything. He looked at me the whole time as if he was afraid of me, his eyes were quite sad.
I suddenly turned completely red, I felt embarrassed and I decided to leave. When I went away, I saw that the boy was playing the same game with the toys again. Suddenly the teacher blew the whistle and we all went inside. The boy put his toys in his backpack and ran to class first.
When the lesson was over, my mom took me back from the class and I decided to tell her: “Mom… that first day wasn’t bad… I just hope it won’t be that terrible.”
Mom stroked me and said: “Don’t worry Richard, you’ll definitely find someone in your class who will support you.”
I smiled, and when we both went home, the boy was playing in the sandbox again. I asked my mom: “Mom? That boy is terribly strange, he doesn’t talk, he likes toys, does he even have parents?”
Mom smiled: “Don’t worry Richard, I think someone will come for him in a while. Maybe he’ll ring the principal’s office.”
When I got home, I thought about him the whole time. What if he really stayed there? What if someone else took him? After dinner, I helped my mom with my brother, then I played Spyro on the Playstation… but I turned it off right away because I was thinking about that boy the whole time. So I went to bed and tried to sleep.
To be continued.
