First Day Of School In Americ A Short Story

As I opened the doors to Lynn Gross Discovery School P.S. 17Q. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was the first day of school in America for me and had a bad feeling. My mom, my dad, my sister, Monica and I step inside the school. I looked inside the enormous hallway and the walls covered with artwork and pictures. My dad commanded my sister, Monica and I “I have to go to the office and do something. You two sit down on the benches and wait with your mom.” Monica and I agreed and said, “Okay.’’ I felt the clock ticking by and I wished for the world to stop turning. I waited and waited and waited. Finally, I decided to ask my mom something. “Mom, do you know how to say I don’t know how to speak English in English?” I asked her in Russian.

Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s time for us to leave, sweetie. Good luck on your first day.” I wanted to scream, cry, and tell them I wanted to go home with them, but I didn’t. As my parents left, I got a good look at my first grade class. It was deep-ocean blue with billions of creative, beautiful artworks and pictures. There was a reading spot on the back of the room with a lot of books. The room was rainbow colorful with the American alphabets hanging on the walls. The room had tables, chairs and a huge desk for the teacher. This classroom looked just like the classroom back at home. I started to feel the tiniest bit better. Just then I heard a voice and looked around. I saw my teacher Ms.Piansky talking to me and I didn’t understand a single word she said. I felt the heat come back again, but this time even hotter, I felt my heart thumbing like fast drums. I finally decided to follow her. Ms.Piansky pointed to a chair and I decided that this was going to be my chair. So I sat down in the chair. Ms.Piansky told me something in English. I felt my heart thumbing faster each minute. I didn’t know what to say, so I looked at her with a questioning face. Ms.Piansky said the something again. I felt my hands