It was time for the first day of school.
Monday couldn’t come around quick enough. The last 48 hours seemed too surreal.
First came the introduction Principal Jones. Dressed as a priest, he was tall and slim, in his fifties, with a distinctive limp. He handed us our books and school uniforms: grey pants and a white collared shirt, blazer and dark blue jumper, plus a dark blue tie for me. Lucy’s was a dark blue checkered outfit and jumper. You could tell by her screwed-up nose she didn’t like it. The man thoroughly explained the rules and his expectations.
He told us to join the other students at the cafeteria for breakfast, as we were running late. Arriving at the café, we were the last ones. There were not many people left, so we quickly decided to have some porridge and juice. By this
