My First Friends

How well I remember, my first day at my new school. Before that day everything seems hazy, but that day is clear.

I woke up early, and put on my pink shoes to match my new plad dress. My fluffy hair was in pigtails with my rebellious bangs refusing to stay out of my eyes. I ate toast that morning, with jam that made my lips sticky and pink.

I walked into the school early, seeing as there was paperwork to do for this foreign student. The tall Vice Principle with the receeding hairline guided me to the classroom I would learn to read in. He stoped at a door covered in butterflies and ladybugs, with a big sign announcing the teacher's name: 'Ms. Jackson's Kindergarten Class.' He said something to my mom, but my mind was focused on the adventure I was about to walk into.

The door opened, and everything was a blurr; life was happening to me. Through the daze I heared something the teacher said, along the lines of: you can go and play.

It was as if there was a spot light on those two: the beautiful girl with thick, sand colored hair and the thin girl with short, chestnut hair. They were building with large lego blocks. I walked up to the table where they where playing.

"Hi, do you wanna be my friend?"

"Yeah!"

And then I started playing with them.

I was so niave to think that making friends was that easy, but now I wish I could go back to a time where friendship was as simple as sleeping beside eachother at naptime and asking if they want some of your snack.

Oh how things have complicated.