School Number Two
School Number Two – Tan Timon
“It was the Day of Knowledge, the first day of school at School Number One and I really wanted to see my friends again. I had not seen them for a long time, because most of them went on holiday, but we, my family, did not.”
“I am a last grader. It is to be my last year in School Number One and I vowed to make it the best. I guess partly because…because…Alina was going to study in the same school as me, and as an elder sister, wanted to make her proud, and wanted to do well myself as well.”
“I wanted Mom to come with us to the celebration, I really wanted. I cried myself to sleep the night before when she called us from Moscow to tell us she could not attend, but yet now I realized, thank god, it was a blessing in disguise…now I’m glad she did not come…she would not have survive I guessed.”
“Father went with us to the celebrations that day. He was really beaming. I can still remember the anticipation in his face as he woke us up that morning and even though it was still dark outside and the lights were out, when his arms curled around me, and his kiss was planted on my cheek, I opened my eyes to see that smile on his face, a smile that was all contented and pleased with the children he had brought up.”
“I guess he should never have. I mean, he was a really good man who loved us so much that no one can compare. I would have treasured it if I knew, when we walked to school that day, holding each other’s hands, visioning the happiness that was to come from the day ahead. Me, being a senior student, Alina, her first day at school, that was what was in his mind I guess. All about his children.”
“Alina was very adorable too. I dressed her up that morning, being the best sister I could be, passing onto her the best pressed ironed clothes that I did that night before. I helped her did her hair, resulting in one even more silky and flowing then mine. She inherited my old uniform that I wore back when I was her age, in first grade, and though through with age, it possessed the power of my youth that shone onto her, making her, in my eyes, and my father’s, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.”
“That morning held a clean cool breeze that came down from the north that swept clean the path that we walked. It was, I felt the most perfect autumn day yet, maybe too perfect…maybe a remission for the events that were to happen later that day…but either way, the most perfect morning yet. And like I said earlier, I would have treasured it if not for its painful memories…”
“The school was packed when we arrived. Cars adjoined each other alongside the pavement leading to the school, and whole families, moms, dads, brothers, sisters, even cousins and aunties and uncles…they were all there. The atmosphere was unforgettable…in our rural area everyone knew each other by name…I immediately recognized the first person I saw. It was Marat, one of my childhood friends that I’ve known since we were babies…we lived next to each other before he moved away six years ago to the other side of town.”
“We hugged each other in our arms. We were very close friends and quite intimate with one another even with the separation. He looked rather handsome when I saw him that morning, dressed his best and acting all joyous. Still, he was the same Marat I knew when I last saw him in August, at the end of term. After little hellos between him, my sister and father, he walked with us on the rest of the way to school.”
“We soon reached the school and my father went off to greet some of his friends. I immediately introduced Alina to some of my friends from the lower years that were waiting for us at the courtyard. Oleg, Mick, Boris, Santa, Irina, and they all liked her immediately, and she loved them too.”“I stood aside, letting them socialize, and as I looked upon Alina as she mixed around with the peers, the parents and some of her would be teachers, I cannot help but realized...how beautiful was she…but yet, not know, this was all to be easily shattered…”
“It was the Day of Knowledge, the first day of school at School Number One and I really wanted to see my friends again. I had not seen them for a long time, because most of them went on holiday, but we, my family, did not.”
“I am a last grader. It is to be my last year in School Number One and I vowed to make it the best. I guess partly because…because…Alina was going to study in the same school as me, and as an elder sister, wanted to make her proud, and wanted to do well myself as well.”
“I wanted Mom to come with us to the celebration, I really wanted. I cried myself to sleep the night before when she called us from Moscow to tell us she could not attend, but yet now I realized, thank god, it was a blessing in disguise…now I’m glad she did not come…she would not have survive I guessed.”
“Father went with us to the celebrations that day. He was really beaming. I can still remember the anticipation in his face as he woke us up that morning and even though it was still dark outside and the lights were out, when his arms curled around me, and his kiss was planted on my cheek, I opened my eyes to see that smile on his face, a smile that was all contented and pleased with the children he had brought up.”
“I guess he should never have. I mean, he was a really good man who loved us so much that no one can compare. I would have treasured it if I knew, when we walked to school that day, holding each other’s hands, visioning the happiness that was to come from the day ahead. Me, being a senior student, Alina, her first day at school, that was what was in his mind I guess. All about his children.”
“Alina was very adorable too. I dressed her up that morning, being the best sister I could be, passing onto her the best pressed ironed clothes that I did that night before. I helped her did her hair, resulting in one even more silky and flowing then mine. She inherited my old uniform that I wore back when I was her age, in first grade, and though through with age, it possessed the power of my youth that shone onto her, making her, in my eyes, and my father’s, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.”
“That morning held a clean cool breeze that came down from the north that swept clean the path that we walked. It was, I felt the most perfect autumn day yet, maybe too perfect…maybe a remission for the events that were to happen later that day…but either way, the most perfect morning yet. And like I said earlier, I would have treasured it if not for its painful memories…”
“The school was packed when we arrived. Cars adjoined each other alongside the pavement leading to the school, and whole families, moms, dads, brothers, sisters, even cousins and aunties and uncles…they were all there. The atmosphere was unforgettable…in our rural area everyone knew each other by name…I immediately recognized the first person I saw. It was Marat, one of my childhood friends that I’ve known since we were babies…we lived next to each other before he moved away six years ago to the other side of town.”
“We hugged each other in our arms. We were very close friends and quite intimate with one another even with the separation. He looked rather handsome when I saw him that morning, dressed his best and acting all joyous. Still, he was the same Marat I knew when I last saw him in August, at the end of term. After little hellos between him, my sister and father, he walked with us on the rest of the way to school.”
“We soon reached the school and my father went off to greet some of his friends. I immediately introduced Alina to some of my friends from the lower years that were waiting for us at the courtyard. Oleg, Mick, Boris, Santa, Irina, and they all liked her immediately, and she loved them too.”“I stood aside, letting them socialize, and as I looked upon Alina as she mixed around with the peers, the parents and some of her would be teachers, I cannot help but realized...how beautiful was she…but yet, not know, this was all to be easily shattered…”
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