Writing for Fun
August 2017
Poppy’s First Day - Diane Silverston
Poppy was sitting on her bed, still in her PJs. It was early but the sun was dappling through the net curtains, catching the hanging crystals and making rainbows on her walls.
She was sitting there pondering over the day ahead, a momentous day, a new challenge, a new adventure. Unfamiliar location, unprepared for events.
She was sitting feeling various emotions, nervous, excited, happy and worried all at the same time. She wasn’t really sure how she should be feeling. Were others having the same feelings?
She looked around her room, most of it was familiar but there . . . hanging from the wardrobe door . . . all brand new, her uniform of green. Was it really for her? It looked so big and strange. After months of shorts and t-shirts it looked so formal and out of place, but Mummy wouldn’t have placed it there if it wasn’t to be worn today.
She was sitting on her bed considering what she should do when she heard her mother’s voice.
‘Are you awake? It’s time to get up.’
The bedroom door opened.
‘It’s a lovely day, the sun is shining. It’s time to come down and have your breakfast. I know what you would like.’
She was now sitting at the table, still in her PJs, eating her breakfast. Daddy was there as well. He had smiled and winked at her as she sat down for her favourite Cheerios.
Soon she had finished and it was time to clean her teeth and get dressed.
She was sitting there on the stair near the bottom. Daddy was helping her put her shoes on. They were new and felt strange, just as her uniform did. But they made her feel important and grown up.
‘You look so smart.’
‘Have you got all your things ready in your bag?’
They left home and started walking. Soon they like others were nearing the building.
Everyone standing, talking, some running around. Then a quietness.
Mummy and Daddy had gone.
She was sitting at her table with her friends, ready for the start of their new experience.
Poppy had started her first day at school.