The first day of kindergarten

I was only 3 feet tall with a cold, metal lunchbox in my hand, while the other hand felt the warmth of a mothers touch. The building was like a penitentiary waiting for me to take one of its rusty cells. They call them classrooms. I hated the feeling of knowing that the only things that could comfort me in that moment of confusion and fright was the yearn to see my mother's sweet brown eyes and the metallic bear on my lunchbox who was always smiling at me.

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Chapter 2

There were so many bright colors according to the rumors from my mom. The room looked gray and white to me. There was a petite woman who was wearing a wooly sweater with pencils and mathematical equations. A chill traveled down my spine when I heard the words: " Hi Evan!! I'm going to your teacher for the next couple of months!" Her soft mellow tone of voice gave me a false sense of hope. I felt my legs getting weak so I approached a chair. The beady black eyes of strange children from all ethnicities. I pulled my backpack off of my back and I heard the teacher call my name.......................................