The Swing

1st Grade

(Matt's point of view)

        "I'm Matt and I am 6 years old, I was born August 23, 1987." I say in front of the class. Of course, everyone is starring at me because I was the new kid, who transferred schools from Russia. SHOOT! The teacher said something.

       "Huh?" I say looking up at the teacher

       "Please, tell the class where you are from?" The teacher repeated.

      "Uh... I'm from Russia," I said still nervous.

      I see multiple groups of people whispering, and one by one hands started raising. The teacher said they were allowed to ask one question each, as long as it isn't too personal. I pointed to people and they stood up and asked their question. One question stood out more than the others, it was about my life back in Russia. 

     "It was really fun to live in Russia until the Russian Parliament attacked Moscow, where I lived."

     Everyone had a sorry look on their faces, having them feel sorry for me was really depressing. I didn't like people to worry about me, let alone feel sorry for me. It was still morning and I didn't feel good, so I told the teacher. She thought I wouldn't know what she was thinking but it was clear she was thinking something like, what if it's a sickness from Russia?, will it make the other students sick too?  She could have made it less obvious, to at least try not to hurt my countries feelings.

    After she was done thinking about the, not feeling so well, child, she sent me to the nurse's office. The nurse, Ms. Jefferson, was super nice she let me have a nap on the bed in her office. I spent 2 hours laying there waiting for my mom to come and get me. I apparently had a fever, wow and on my first school day? NEW RECORD! When my mom got to the school, to get me, she was sweating, she was clearly in a rush to go somewhere. I wasn't surprised, my mom isn't that good with timing things right. Since Russia, has a different time, because it's further away from America... see? I know my stuff, too? 

   After my mother brought me home, she had to leave for work again, leaving a 6 year old home alone is just asking for trouble. Seeing her leave the driveway, walking to the back door, looking at the swing. Wanting to go and swing, see the girl I saw the other day, but I have a fever. Oh well, I thought, no one is here to tell me what to do. I'll just go and see if the girl is there, I still don't know her name.