My First Day At School
Beep, Beep, Beeeeep! I struggled to force my sticky eyes open. Wearily, I rolled over, the bright red numbers flashed in my head. 8:10. I was late! Late for school on my very first day! I raced for the bathroom, tripping over my bag. I scrambled to get washed and dressed as quickly as possible. “Tammy, Tammy!” My dad was calling me to eat my breakfast. “Hurry up, hurry up!” He yelled up the stairs. One sock on, one sock off, I tumbled down the stairs, snatching a piece of toast as I slapped on my make-up. Jumping into my newly polished school shoes, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the front door, leaving it wide open.
When I had arrived at Whitmore High School, I gazed up. It’s heavy, old walls loomed over me like a tidal wave. I took a deep breath, and walked in. Never-ending corridors confused me, but I knew I had to make a choice. Absentmindedly, I turned right. Power walking, I ended up at a cross junction. Unsure where to go, I asked a small office lady sniffling behind her massive glasses, she told me, “8FD you say? Why, that should be strait up that corridor, make a left, then up the stairs and its on your left.”
“Thanks!” I called back, as I ran down the corridor. I could almost feel her little beady eyes, burning through the back of my head.
Cautiously, I approached the door, took a sneak peek through the chequered glass panel and made for the handle. As I walked in, 24 pairs of eyes darted and interlocked with mine. The whole class went quiet. The silence was unbearable. “I…Is…Is this 8FD?” I stuttered. I turned to the teacher, who had a welcoming grin that reassured me slightly. “Yes, yes it is, and you must be Tammy, right? Take a seat, second row, fourth seat down.” He replied. Unsure of the babble of words that had just been spoken, I made for the empty chair in the middle of the room.
Staring at the blank page, I wondered what to do. “Hey, do you know what we are meant to be doing?” I asked the boy sitting next to me. As he turned to answer me his dark hair, dark skin and bright green eyes captured me, butterflies danced in my stomach. I managed to utter a nervous “Thank you…”. I felt my cheeks turn a rosy red. “No problem.” He replied, smiling so casually.
“So…” I began, twiddling my thumbs, “what primary school did you go to then?”. His grass green eyes smiled at me, I found myself leaning forward, chin on hands, flirtatiously, I fell into deep conversation. “Roxeth, and what about you?” He replied. Blushing with excitement, I contained myself. I began, “Well…I , I, I don’t know…” big mistake. Disaster had struck and my words got tangled in embarrassment. Briiing! Saved by the bell. I jumped up snatched my bag and made for the door, letting out a sly gasp of relief as I did so.
“Tammy!”. My teached was calling me. I stopped and faced him. “Yes, sir?” I replied.
“Why were you so late to registration? You do realise that this is your first day of school and this has not gone un-noticed.”
“I’m sorry sir, I woke up late.” I murmured. He smiled reassuringly, so I returned the smile, I grabbed the opportunity with both hands and cockily walked out of the classroom.
It took me ten minutes to find my next lesson and as soon as I entered the classroom, the teacher sent me strait back out again. Dumbfounded, I stood still for a second or two, unsure if she was kidding or being serious. I looked at her solemn face and decided it best if I leave. Five minutes later, I was invited back into my Maths class. I found the work really easy and it seemed to calm my nerves slightly.
My next lesson was History, I sat next to a very friendly girl and we got chatting. I told her all about what had happened that morning with the boy in my class. “Well, he’s not exactly Brad Pitt is he now darling?” she commented.
“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder” I told her. She giggled quietly, as did I, after I had realised what I said. I knew I had made a good friend there. She was easy to talk to and a really outgoing person.
Two more long lessons passed and I could feel the clock slowing down. My pencil, scribbling backward and forward. High school was new and challenging for me. Tick, tock, tick, tock, the clock set a steady beat inside my head. I was starving, I could feel my stomach digesting itself. Slyly, I slipped a chewing gum into my mouth. But it wasn’t long before my teacher caught me. “Oh no you don’t! Not in my class, I wont have it! No chewing! You can come to this classroom after school and remove all the chewing gum from underneath the tables.” She grinned satisfactorily. The class burst into a fit of laughter, but were soon silenced. Once again, I could feel my cheeks turn a pinky reddish colour.
Finally, the bell rang and the class was dismissed to lunch. Slightly dazed from the rushing crowds I followed it, in hope I would find the canteen. About two corridors later I found it. The queues were never-ending, but I sighed and reluctantly joined one of them, out of hunger. Everyone seemed so tall, and me, so small. I felt extremely intimidated so I frantically searched for any familiar faces. Luckily, I found my friend from my History class and we had lunch together.
I regretted going to registration, as I knew I was sitting next to my crush. When I got there, once again I was drawn into conversation by his gorgeous green eyes. “Shanique King? Yes. Tammy Masterson? Erm…Tammy Masterson? Tammy? Is Tammy here?”
“Oh yes! I’m here sir!” I finally spluttered out. I was lost in his eyes, I didn’t know if he knew I was staring at him. But his jet black hair complemented his beautiful eyes. It was one of those unforgettable moments.
I had never learnt Drama in my primary school, so Drama was a new and exciting experience for me. I immediately fell in love with all of it. The people, the cameras, the lights, the moods, the themes and most of all the extraordinary characters. That amazing feeling when your acting, the sudden burst of adrenalin inside you. I think of acting as my own time. My own time to be whoever I want to be. If there’s a bad moment in my life, I can just ‘zone out’ and become another character. I dreamt that one day, I would act professionally, this was my first ever experience with ‘the stage’, other than with measly Christmas school plays.
I had a double lesson of Drama that afternoon, but the time flew past as fast as an aeroplane. Before I knew it, I was underneath Miss Webb’s classroom desk, pulling chewing gum from underneath the tables with thin plastic gloves. My face, turned up in disgust, struggled to pull free the gum, caked into the wood. Miss Webb, who thank god has since left Whitmore, just stood there, hands on hips, chuckling to herself in an ignorant manner.
When I finally arrived home that afternoon, I flung myself heavily onto my soft bed. It welcomed me, arms outstretched and…. “Tam! Come downstairs.” My dad was calling me. Huff! I heaved myself up, and made my way downstairs. “So, how was your first day at school then?” my dad asked me.
I sighed heavily, “Don’t ask. Just don’t ask Dad.”
By Tammy Masterson