Zora's First Day
By J.E. Smythe
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Zora Williams is starting 6th grade as the new girl at a new school. She feels everyone is against her especially her parents who are making her change school. She dreads the unknown, being in a new place, around new people, and even taking the bus. Zora has no choice but to face what could possibly be the worst day of her life.
Throughout her first day she is introduced to new friends, new enemies, and BOYS. But most importantly she learns how to accept the power in change and to be confident with who she is.
J.E. Smythe
Author J.E. Smythe, was born in Liberia, West Africa, raised in Providence, Rhode Island, and Gaithersburg, Maryland. J.E. is an attorney who attended Allen University and received her Law Degree from Massachusetts School of Law. While working as an attorney, J.E. just could not let her passion to write die. She decided to take her legal writing skills and write her debut novel “ A Few Good Friends". J.E. currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina where she continues to write.
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Zora's First Day - J.E. Smythe
ZORA’S FIRST DAY
ZORA’S FIRST DAY
J.E. Smythe
Zora’s First Day
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1
GOOD MORNING SLEEPY HEAD
The sun came beaming down through the window and landed on my face. I turned my back and pulled the covers over my head. But just before I could go back to sleep I heard my mother’s voice, Zora, get up, you’re going to be late for school!
Oh no,
I said to myself, trying to put my pillow over my ears.
Just as I began to go back to sleep for the second time, I felt a tug on my left shoulder. Suddenly both my pillows and blankets were taken away from me and thrown to the floor.
I’m not going to tell you again to get up,
my mother said sternly as she stood over me like a statue.
Mom, please can I have a few more minutes?
I whined, trying to reach for my covers.
You have five seconds to get in the bathroom and start getting ready for school,
my mother said as she turned to leave the room.
Before walking out the door she flipped on the lights and left the door wide open, my mother was always doing things like that. So I knew she was serious. I got up and walked to the bathroom.
While turning on the faucet I realized that today was the first day of middle school, most kids would be excited about going to the sixth grade, but not me. All of elementary I went to private school. Now my parents wanted me to go to public school. I didn’t even have any friends there! My best friend Sandy was going to stay behind in private school. But what made this even worse was that I would have to start taking that ugly yellow bus to school. I was so used to my mother or Sandy’s mother taking us to school. The ride was so peaceful and I was able to hear all my favorite songs on the radio. Sandy and I always sang along and giggled all the way to school. But that was over now. The thought of it made my eyes fill with tears.
All summer long I stayed indoors and refused to talk to my parents or anyone else. Even my one-year-old brother got the silent treatment. I figured that eventually my parents would feel guilty and let me go back to private school with Sandy; it didn’t work. My dad tried to make me feel better by taking me to the park and buying me ice cream. He even took me to my new school and walked me up and down the hallways.
See sweetheart,
he said, it isn’t all that different than your other school.
I didn’t say a word. All I knew is I hated It.
I promise you’ll love it just as much as your old school,
my father added.
I knew that wasn’t true. At my old school, I had lots of friends and enjoyed spending time with them. At this new school, I didn’t know anybody. I knew better than my father: going to this new school would be a big mistake.
Unlike my father, my mother was not affected by me. She didn’t even try to make me feel better. It seemed like she didn’t even care. I knew my father already felt sorry for me, and if I could have gotten my mother to feel the same then I probably wouldn’t be in this situation. But nothing worked with her. I tried explaining to her how much I was going to miss my old friends, but she didn’t want to hear it. All she ever said was, Zora, let’s just wait until after the first day. Then we’ll see.
If we waited until the first day it might be too late and I could be stuck there forever! I just didn’t understand why my mother wanted me to wait until after the first day. What did she think would be different?
As I left the bathroom after my shower, I remembered all the fun I had with Sandy. I thought about the first time we met in the first grade. I was sitting with the rest of the class in Mrs. Madsen’s room, waiting for her to read us a story, when the classroom door opened, and this quiet girl walked in with her mother. I turned my head and saw a girl with brown skin and hair full of braids and beads, just like mine, standing in the doorway. Before I could examine the girl closer, Mrs. Madsen called me over. When I got to them, Mrs. Madsen held my hand and said, Zora, I’d like for you to meet Sandy Jones. Sandy, this is Zora Williams. Zora, I’d like for you to be Sandy’s special friend today and show her around. Ok?
I looked up at Mrs. Madsen and nodded yes. I turned to Sandy and said, Hi.
Hi,
Sandy replied as she tightly held her mother’s hand.
Zora, would you please show Sandy where to put her things?
Mrs. Madsen asked.
Ok,
I responded.
Just like my mother did to me every day, Sandy’s mother bent over, kissed her cheek and said, I’ll pick you up after school. Have fun, I love you!
As I watched Sandy and her mother, I noticed that we were the same height and our mothers even kind of looked alike. They were both tall and skinny with dark shoulder length hair. Both their skins were light brown and smooth as silk. Their eyes were dark brown and seemed to hug you when you look directly into them.
I started to feel comfortable around Sandy. After Sandy’s mother left, I asked her, Are you ready?
Yeah,
Sandy responded and followed me to the coat closet.
Ever since that day we have been special friends. What’s going to happen to me now? Who would be my special friend?
Just as I finished dressing and began packing my backpack, there was a knock at my door. Come in,
I answered trying to sound as sad as possible. When the door opened, my father came in dressed in a black suit and tie. People always said I look like him. I loved to hear them say that. My father was tall with big muscles and he gave the best hugs because his arms were so strong. I guess people thought we looked alike because