For half of my kindergarten year I would hear that bell. Not the one the teacher would rattle to get her students attention, but the one that indicated that the time for recess had come. I would halfheartedly get out of my seat and walk out onto the play yard. Ready to go on a lonely adventure that my imagination had been dying to show to me. I felt like each second ticked on like hours as I ran out of new adventures to go on, and after a while I would just end up waiting for the bell to ring again so I could get back to class.
Day by day would pass and I would hear that school bell ring. I’d stand up as if I was in a hypnotic trance, and unwillingly walk out the bleak classroom door onto the dim schoolyard. The blacktop was a monotonous sea of darkness that engulfed the dingy playground in one large gulp. The children disseminated across the playard were all minding their own business as if everyone lived a happy life during recess. Growing bored, I would hastily whisk myself into my imagination, allowing me to escape from my lonely reality for just a short period of time. Everywhere I escaped to, I couldn’t show it to anyone. There was nobody to witness my courage or creativity. I was a knight on an adventure with no soldier to fight or assistant to venture with. I felt like this routine would last forever, I would never have someone to play with, someone to laugh with, someone to connect with. Until one day, that someone did arrive, and somehow he had already known my name. …show more content…
He had a clean white smile that matched his perfect personality, and his voice was as comforting as a warm
Day by day would pass and I would hear that school bell ring. I’d stand up as if I was in a hypnotic trance, and unwillingly walk out the bleak classroom door onto the dim schoolyard. The blacktop was a monotonous sea of darkness that engulfed the dingy playground in one large gulp. The children disseminated across the playard were all minding their own business as if everyone lived a happy life during recess. Growing bored, I would hastily whisk myself into my imagination, allowing me to escape from my lonely reality for just a short period of time. Everywhere I escaped to, I couldn’t show it to anyone. There was nobody to witness my courage or creativity. I was a knight on an adventure with no soldier to fight or assistant to venture with. I felt like this routine would last forever, I would never have someone to play with, someone to laugh with, someone to connect with. Until one day, that someone did arrive, and somehow he had already known my name. …show more content…
He had a clean white smile that matched his perfect personality, and his voice was as comforting as a warm