Young Truth

Prelude

The first day of the second week is always the hardest.
The pressure to have actually developed a friendship that can roll over into the second week and then last until the end of the year, or maybe even years is just too much.

I'm just four here.

Geez.

The first week of school had taken me my surprise. My mom was so excited for me that I forgot to get excited on my own.
The only thing that I could think about was all the pressure.

Who do I share my desk with?
What will my mom pick out for me to wear?
How will the other kids like me?

All these questions ran wild in my head.

How would I be able to make that 'great' first impression.

When I stepped through the doors of the basic school it was not what I was expecting.

Kids had crayons running around with and paper was on every table in sight.

It was just after 7.

Why did the place look so chaotic?

My mom was right beside of me taking in all the mess that surrounded us and grinned from ear to ear.

"Honey, here begins the first day of your school career, make me proud student" she ends saluting me.

I smile "Yea, okay mommy I'll see what I can manage" I say as coolly as I can.

Inside I was dying.

How would I survive in here with all of these people that I didn't know.

Oh boy.

•

It's now Thursday and I guess I'm now okay with all the changes to my already okay life. I can easily say that I've effectively fit in.

I push my thick rose pink glasses up on the bridge of my nose and turn in my chair to take out my BTS notebook.

Yes they are my "Hope".

I smile and then take up my pencil to start writing.

Just as I'm about to write my name at the top of the page the  front door to our room opens with a small creak.

The entire class including me look up to see three little boys walk in holding their heads down and a man in a black suit with a fitted white dress shirt carrying their bags.

The man rests their bags where all the bags are kept beside of the  bookshelf and then huddles them all up and say something to them.

The entire class looks on wordlessly. As if we were extras to a movie.

When the man looks as if he's finished speaking and straightens up I'm shocked.

All three of them turn around to the class.

And man!

They looked like angels.

All three had striking blue eyes and curly brown hair.

They all looked alike at first glance but upon closer inspection they all looked different and unique in their own ways.

The man talks to our teacher for a bit then waves to them and leave.

•
Now back to that second week pressure that I had originally begun with.

Last week I had been sandwiched in between two of the boys.

Yes.

I was over the moon.

I had sat in the middle of the class because nobody had originally wanted the seat and I ended up with a big ole desk of my own.