First Grade
It was early that autumn morning, the first day of school, and this year's first graders were standing outside of their houses. This was a simple area, hilly, grassy, surrounded by forests; the houses were small, built of brick or wood, and almost every lawn was surrounded by a hedge of flowered shrubs. The children who stood outside almost formed a line as straight and symmetrical as the row of houses and hedges. Some stood alone, some were with their siblings, and some had already joined their walking companions, but they were all listening as their parents laid down the law about safety, proper in-school behavior and punctuality or fussed with their jackets, for, before long, they'd be headed off to school on foot.
"Now remember the way to school, Sarah. We've passed it before. It's up the street from the corner store we always go to."
Little Sarah shuffled impatiently. She was waiting for her best friend to join her so that she could head off. "I know, Mama."
"Stop that, Sarah. It's not necessary. And remember your manners when you're in school."
"Yes, Mama." Sarah cast a glance over her shoulder, hoping to see her friend.
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