The sunlight poured through my window. My window? Was it my window? I was sure my window was on the other side of my room. I forced my eyes open. I saw three beds, and I knew there were more. And there were girls sleeping on these beds. I was at school.
I slipped out of bed, in to my slippers and dressing gown and towards the door. I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going, partly because I didn’t know my way round the school yet. I tipped toed down the corridor, and down some stairs. I found myself in what I remembered to be the East corridor.
I had no idea where I was going, but my feet pulled me towards the Grand hall, and the courtyard. Once outside, I sniffed in the sweet, countryside smell; somehow the same, yet different from what I knew at home. I slipped out in my slippers, dressing gown and pyjamas, towards the smell of the sea. I hadn’t smelt that smell for a few years, and missed it greatly. I loved the sea.
I got to the cliff, with my face in the breeze. It was cold, but no too cold. I breathed in and watched the sun climbing up the sky. I heard a sniff. There was no one I sight. Starting down the stone steps, I caught sight of a small red head. He was sat on the rocks on the far side of the beach half concealed by the tall beach-grass.
I wandered over to him and sat down beside him. He turned his head towards me, then away again.
“I won’t ask if you’re okay, because that’s a pretty stupid question. But do you want to talk about it? I’m probably the only person to come around here this morning to talk to.”
He sniffed again and wiped his red rimmed eyes, before turning them to my face.
“I-I-I’ve never been away f-“ he sniffed again, “from home before, without someone being with me. I’m w-“ he sobbed, “worried I won’t fit in. A-all the boys back homes-said I was a wuss because I don’t like rugby very much and… and…” He broke down again into sobs and tears.
“Well, all the boys back home are jerks. I don’t like rugby; my whole family hates it, in fact! And I’m sure you’re just as manly as all the others here! Just maybe in different ways.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“That’s their problem, not yours. I’ll be your friend.”
“But you’re a girl!”
“Sexist! Even if we don’t hang out, I’ll always be your friend, as long as I can. Promise. No buck up, I bet it’s breakfast time. You hungry?”
The boy nodded and ran down towards the sea to wash himself off. I realised I was still in my pyjamas. How was I going to slip into school unnoticed to get dressed before breakfast? Then Ian – the re headed boy – showed me a secret side door.
What an eventful first morning!