The rain beat upon the windows and walls drumming a frenetic rhythm that mimicked the pounding of my fearful heart. My palms dripped sweat. My face reddened, flush with near panic. I paced back and forth like a broken toy soldier at my home’s front door. When it opened, would I be ready? I still didn’t know. Tomorrow morning would be the real test; my first day at school. Well, not just at school, but at a new school in a new city and a new state and a new country. Things couldn’t get any NEWer than this. I haven’t felt this nervous since I had to talk to the police after I shot that guinea pig with that meatball cannon. But that is a different story for another time. A time when I'm not totally about to freak out about my first day at school. I should try to sleep. I know that I can’t, but I at least need to try.
I crawl into my Roadrunner sleeping bag and pulled my Bugs Bunny pillow in tight. I lay there listening to the weather until I eventually pass out.
The sun woke me the next morning as it peeked through the window in my room. I pulled the covers over my face and then told myself that it was gonna happen whether I rushed it or waited an hour. So I got up, got dressed, ate my Captain Crunch peanut butter cereal (with chocolate milk, of course) and then walked the longest mile from the kitchen to the front door.
Today was the day! Today I’d claim my destiny. Today I’d become a man…or at least a kindergartener.
