Basketball
Lost & Found
“Vake up, vake up Bastian it your first day of school” yelped his mother in her German accent.
“Ok, alright Mama I’m up”.
“Make sure you have your breakfast it’s the most important meal of the day”.
“Ok”
“She always has to repeat stuff” he said under his breath.
In a sluggish manner he went the bathroom, quickly washed his face ,brushed his teeth, brushed his brown hair and put his school uniform on. He swiftly made his way to the kitchen where his cereal was waiting for him. He stuffed his face like he hadn’t eaten for days, some of the cereal getting stuck to his moustache. Bastian was an adolescent boy with a big appetite, rough skin and a lot of facial hair.
“Ok, are you finished Tian”
“Yes Mama”
“Let’s go to the car now”
He quickly grabbed his bag and walked to the rear of the car and put his bag in the back seat. He then got into the front seat and they drove off. When they got to school his mother kissed him and said goodbye. Then it hit him, the sense of nervousness hit him his heartbeats like drums in a band. He cautiously approached the school gates, it’s like he didn’t want to walk in but finally he did.
“Hello do you know where year nine is?
“Go to the last classroom and turn right”.
“Ok, thank you”.
He walked through the corridor the walls of the school seeming like cliffs because of their length. He finally made it to the classroom. He walked in hearing the children whispering. He quickly sat down in his attempt to stop the children looking at him. The teacher walked to the front, the whispering all coming to a halt. The children stood up to greet her all but Bastian but he eventually got up.
“Good Morning Mrs. James”.
“Good Morning Year Nine and welcome to a new educational year!”
She quickly marked the roll, supposedly knowing everyone. She stopped.
“Bastian Gomez”.
“Here”.
“Jack Gaze”.
“Here”.
Bastian turned his body around to see who the other person who the teacher called out other than him. It was a
“Vake up, vake up Bastian it your first day of school” yelped his mother in her German accent.
“Ok, alright Mama I’m up”.
“Make sure you have your breakfast it’s the most important meal of the day”.
“Ok”
“She always has to repeat stuff” he said under his breath.
In a sluggish manner he went the bathroom, quickly washed his face ,brushed his teeth, brushed his brown hair and put his school uniform on. He swiftly made his way to the kitchen where his cereal was waiting for him. He stuffed his face like he hadn’t eaten for days, some of the cereal getting stuck to his moustache. Bastian was an adolescent boy with a big appetite, rough skin and a lot of facial hair.
“Ok, are you finished Tian”
“Yes Mama”
“Let’s go to the car now”
He quickly grabbed his bag and walked to the rear of the car and put his bag in the back seat. He then got into the front seat and they drove off. When they got to school his mother kissed him and said goodbye. Then it hit him, the sense of nervousness hit him his heartbeats like drums in a band. He cautiously approached the school gates, it’s like he didn’t want to walk in but finally he did.
“Hello do you know where year nine is?
“Go to the last classroom and turn right”.
“Ok, thank you”.
He walked through the corridor the walls of the school seeming like cliffs because of their length. He finally made it to the classroom. He walked in hearing the children whispering. He quickly sat down in his attempt to stop the children looking at him. The teacher walked to the front, the whispering all coming to a halt. The children stood up to greet her all but Bastian but he eventually got up.
“Good Morning Mrs. James”.
“Good Morning Year Nine and welcome to a new educational year!”
She quickly marked the roll, supposedly knowing everyone. She stopped.
“Bastian Gomez”.
“Here”.
“Jack Gaze”.
“Here”.
Bastian turned his body around to see who the other person who the teacher called out other than him. It was a