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(2) for the beginning

Andrews Lane School. My first primary/
nursery school run by the head mistress, Mrs Butcher. Which is weird because she was just as horrible as her name. When I first went round the school to see if I liked it or not they set it all up showing all the good aspects of the school like all schools do to show how AMAZING the school is, well let's just say they did a good job because it roped me in. Worst thing that could've happened. This is where it all started...
It was my first day at Andrews Lane School and the morning started how every first day of school started. I woke up got ready in my new uniform, mum there with her Nokia phone taking pictures, squealing and saying how "grown up!" I looked. The uniform wasn't TOO bad, I didn't mind too much as it was all blue which at the time was my favourite colour. As we drove towards those tall rusty gates (of hell) butterflies in my stomach grew making me feel sick and questioning myself in my head. What if I never make any friends? What if people don't like me? This only made me feel worse and besides at this time I was four so I'd never spent any time away from my mum.
"Bye hunny!"
Mum said with a sad wave as she let her second child slowly walk away from her. I dropped my head looking down at the rough gravel ground. My mum drifted off into the crowds of mums and pupils, as I watched her drift away I knocked into a teacher. She had short brown curly hair in a bob and was wearing a short sleeved ruffled pink top with long grey pleated trousers and black high heels, her tall thin figure hung over me covering the sun and leaving me in a shadow.
"Oh! Hello little one! What are u doing here?"
Her squeaky high pitched voice irritated my ears. I always remember my mum saying "stranger danger" so I didn't reply to the woman. She looked down at me, a confused look on her face because I didn't reply to her question, she tried making me talk again.
"What's your name little one?"
So that she didn't keep asking over and over again with her patronising phrase "little one" I just quickly replied with a shaky panicky tone,
"Alexsandra..." my head still drooped and looking down at the ground.
"My names Mrs Cacoony sweetie pie!" She said again in her patronising tone. Even though I was only four I liked being spoken to like a grown up. She gently took hold of my hand after realising that I was just awkwardly stood in front of her. She must of figured out I was new there.
Looking up at the school (making my neck ache it was so big!) me and the teacher walked round to my class, I scanned the whole field it was huge! I noticed a little playground next to it which I figured out was for my age, I looked sadly back at the huge field which looked more fun than the one for my age as we slowly walked away from it. Mrs Cacoony lead me to a small building which I guessed was my classroom, the butterflies came back as I came to realisation that NO ONE in that classroom would know me! My eyes started to water, hearing the loud booming sound of hyper children misbehaving. My worst nightmare was coming true.
I urged my shaking body into the classroom one step at a time my nerves began to slightly settle as I was through the door way and finally awkwardly stood at the back of the classroom. The ghastly weather swung shut the classroom door and every pupil; it looked like hundreds, whipped their heads around to find little ol' me at the door that just swung shut. All eyes were on me. AND I HATED IT.
"Who's this!?"
A small round but cheerful looking man with small spectacles and a suite with a spotty tie slowly turned round from the white board to look at me. Another pair of eyes I didn't want on me.
"Hiii sweetie pie! This is Alexandra!"
You can guess who that was - Mrs Cacoony.
"I see... oh! You must be our new pupil in group 10D! Welcome to our class dear! I'm Mr Barnaby" his deep low pitched voice was kind of relaxing and I knew then that he was a nice teacher.
I went to sit down at my desk but as I looked forward at the board ready to start my first years of nursery a scrunched up piece of paper was thrown at my head. I looked around to see where it could of came from but couldn't figure out who it was. As I unfolded the paper and started to read it as best as I could my heart started to beat one hundred times faster.
"No one will like you, go home"
I closed my eyes and put my head on the desk wishing this was all a dream....