15 HOURS EARLIER!
1:27 AM - I woke up and I moved uneasily, cold out of the covers. I started whining as I couldn't get out, tired and in a bad mood. I moved up as I looked at the alarm clock across the room on a kitchen stuff table, seeing the time, 1:27. I got up finally, waking Rebecca up, and went through Mom's blank walled office as I went to the restroom, to go to the restroom. Where I had my computer earlier, a flat long desk with two printers on a lower level below it, had markers, pieces of papers, Rebecca's bible, a time glass, and many arty things. REBECCA! She moved my computer to a flat surface on a drawer with knobs. A knob and other flat surface higher than the one my computer was on brooded over my space. She expects me to blog there? How mean! I whined and yelled, as I was half asleep and not even in the right mind, waking up Mom. I later went back in the bedroom, in the bed, and went to sleep once more.
3:41 AM- Woke up because of Rebecca in bad position blocking me from a good spot, moved her and went back to bed. I don't blame her for it; how was she to stop? She was asleep. Kind of funny actually.
7:17 AM- I woke up, staying around with Mom and Rebecca upstairs. I was very mad at what Rebecca did the following night. After a while I softened up though. She made me an arty school list as Mom and I looked at some paper photo albums that was from First Baptist, the place where I went to preschool and kindergarten. There were ones of me at the fire station, Rebecca with her friends, and me at Christmas. Several others too. Looking at those reminded us we hadn't been back at that preschool for a long time. Mom called their office and they picked a time for us to come over to there. As I did a little bit of math, angles and lines and such, also talking of the U.S.S.R. in school, I got excited for the coming visit.
9:38 AM- For my Language Arts project (English), Mom told me to write a thank-you letter to the Friedman's, who very kindly made us food some nights ago. I got straight on it, getting a Christmas stationary from Mom's closet, a pretty one with a reindeer on it. I got a pencil, and put those aside as I locked the door and sat in her office. I had changed earlier from that stupid drawer to where Mom's stationary computer is, taking out her keyboard. Now I sit there, although it's tight and crowded. I wrote a nice letter on a Word program on the mac, and did spell and grammar check as to not misspell anything. I then rewrote it in my best possible penmanship, (which is not very good at all) using the computer's document as a guide, it being to the side facing me. I wrote the date in the top right corner, the greeting in the left, the signature in the bottom right. Here it is, if you do not mind reading it. I hope you are fine with it, Mrs. and Mr. Friedman's. It was a project so I will present it as one:
Dear Mrs. And Mr. Friedman, December 13, 2011
I really enjoyed your company on Saturday, the 10th of December. It was very fun and entertaining to talk about different things with you and explain our trip a little. The food was really great; Mr. Friedman’s salad was rich and fresh and I loved those potato things you presented to us. I loved playing outside with Henry and Charlie, also playing wii and doing things of that nature. I am sorry if we were a little too rough; we tried to be careful and not break anything. And we didn’t, that I know of.
Thank you for being very hospitable and opening your home to us for a night, we really loved the time we had together. I hope we didn’t stay too long and make you tired. Thank you again for the increased amount of work and time you put into it.
Well, I guess I have nothing left to say.
Sincerely,
Andrew.
(P.S. MERRY CHRISTMAS!)
After that I showed it to Mom, her checking it. Then I got a business envelope from her closet, folding the letter up and closing the envelope up. I after that got their address of of Mom's phone, putting it in the middle with the zip code, name and stuff, doing the same for ours in the upper left. In the upper right I placed a Gregory Peck stamp. I went outside in the then cold day, getting a scooter I used to go up the driveway getting Jason and Sara S., the prior day. I scooted with my foot on the ground all the way to the front by the street, passing the nice maple trees and white tops of our fence, then going right onto a sidewalk by the road, where a black plastic mailbox stood. I put it in the little contained part, looking at the peeling off numbers of the address and the faded red flag. I put the flag up. Then I scooted back down, and told Mom what I did as we got ready to go to the school/church.
12:56 AM- We arrived on the street of the large red brick church, with the sanctuary and other flat roofed building. Going behind green grassed little hills, going into a parking lot, we went through their big pretty parking lot passing a car port, playground other bigger playground. There were a few connected buildings and an open courtyard with doors going inside. The playground, with wood chip on the ground and wooden structures with golden metal and little slides and bridges and money bars, had little preschoolers playing on it. There were swings, a larger structure, and a littler one. Memories flushed back of me playing with the girls, fighting (really just running around and chasing them away, no violence) the boys who persecuted them. My helper was a long-time friend named Jonathan. Ironically, next year in first grade I would fight against the girls with a kid named James and a few others, in what would be called commonly the First and Second Grade Wars (2005-2008). Ironically still more, a now friend of mine was the leader of the girls, acting like animals and choking people. She used to be ruthless, but now she is nice mostly. Interesting how that changes in but a few years.
We walked up to it, kids on tire swings and slides looking at the newcoming strangers with vivid interest. I saw BlackMan's Tree, the evil lair of the bad guy in a game I made up (game is BlueMan), Blackman. He's dead by now, and I believe that GreenMan became a 7th grader (kid named Aaron), RedMan a hunter and fisherman (Westin), YellowGirl (I have no idea what happened to her) PinkGirl an artist (Rebecca) and BlueMan an actor, writer and movie maker. He went on a trip around the U.S. for 6 months, going to go back out in January. I wonder what his real name is? Hmmmmmm......
We saw Mrs. Merrier, who has short brown hair, and a little bit of a mid-western accent. Her daughter is my good friend. We talked about the trip and told them all about it for a while in the roasting hot sun, as it touched our eyes and skin. We had jackets on, thinking it would be cold as it was before. A mistake. After talking we went off by a door, trying to open it. It didn't open. We asked Merrier, who opened a familiar different door which came into a stairwell. We opened a big wooden door as we thanked her. Then we came into the blue brick hallway of my kindergarten class, with room 101 at the end, in front of us. I have had a lot of memories in this hallway, with all of it's cabinets and book-bags and posters. I have been late to school for a first time, crying, and have also seen my first book. Done a lot of firsts. We walked into the classroom, seeing hello to the blonde brown haired Mrs. Link, with her glasses and nice smile, also seeing a brown haired Mrs. Hogan, who is the assistant teacher. It's colorful with child posters, a reading corner, two bathrooms, and some other things, like a table and chalklboard. I remember looking at the calendar and poster birds on the walls, reading kid books and listening to Link do songs on the piano. Good times. Lost times.
As Mrs. Link was teaching a class something, we only got to talk to her about what's been going on and the trip for about 15 minutes, also showing the books to Mrs. Hogan. We told our favorite places and other things, focusing on many different subjects including who was Joseph for the musical this year. A blonde named Mason. When Rebecca was there, the Joseph was a blonde named Logan, who I saw some nights ago. When it was my year, I was Joseph, and, if none of you have seen me, I'm pretty much a blonde. So many blondes. It's crazy. They had children to attend to so we left the way we came, going into the other building to see my preschool teacher and now office manager, Mrs. Toon. We were looking down a hallway as she came out of a door, with papers in her hand. We said hello to the pretty thin, black haired lady with 45-50 age mark. We came into her colorful office, with even a bathroom and two desks. We talked for a long time about homeschooling, past relations and the trip, going over such subjects as classwork, other schoolmates and a custodian's wedding that was going to happen. I tried to sit in a small chair with table, but could not. We showed her the books. I read a little kid version of the Lord of the Rings, as big or bigger as a place mat but as thick as the eraser of a pencil. As I was reading that actually Toone led Mom and Rebecca out, me being still inside. "Ah, he can find us when he's done," Toon proclaimed. Well that didn't happen. After reading the book I went looking outside, going down an empty eerie hallway , with dark rooms. I went to the end of that hallway finding a locked door, then going down another and finding an open one. Going through that I came to the covered outside hallway, where kids wait for their parents to come if their in the rain. I didn't see them and opened the door again; alas it was locked. I calmed myself down, it would be no help to panic.
I went to the parking lot and opened the door at the front of the building, and pressing a button which is supposed to unlock it. The signs said so. And it did. Mom and Rebecca had gone back to the classroom looking for me, I said hello, and we left in the car after saying goodbye. For about thirty minutes we hung around, before going to pick up my cousin Sophie from school, to drop her off at her dad's business Uncle Jeff in an hour or so, killing time. This would be an interesting time.
3:32 PM-I twiddled my thumbs as we waited in a giant line of cars, in a large parking lot. Kids were running to cars, and it was all chaos as kids were in a pack and jumped into the cars, not even thinking about their own safety. I read a little bit of Grimm's Fairy Tales as we passed the time. I also told a story to Mom as I sat in the front seat. The sun beamed down on us as we looked at the yellow white cream building, with it's steeples and such. I never thought I would be returning to it for a third time. Rebecca played on her phone as we slowly moved up one, then two, then three. We kept on moving, bored out of our minds. As we got closer and closer I saw a lady with a megaphone as we turned right. She asked what kid we were picking up. "SOPHIE JORDAN!" I screamed as she repeated that on the megaphone, even louder than how I did it. Sophie, at the end of the line, came into the car with her glasses, pig tails and blue and plaid uniform. She said hello as we pulled away. Now, we really were killing time. We couldn't go home, because it would be too long before we could get there and come back. We couldn't sit in the car for an hour, or go and eat somewhere. We had already had lunch. So, what would we do? We came into a little shopping center by Perimeter, their school, seeing a little frozen yogurt place. We walked in, talking to Sophie about school and asking her different questions of the sort. She kept thinking that my Grimm book was weird, and girly. Whatever.
We thought it would be like one close to home, called Orange Leaf. Well it wasn't. It had nice designs, cool white chairs and tables, but there was barely any frozen yogurt flavors, and the few that they did have didn't taste good, they were too soggy and soft. As we sat I saw Sophie had a cold. We didn't sit at the same table for a while. I had a smoothie though, as my sampled frozen yogurt wasn't good. We then left. Sophie told about a playground on the Perimeter property, and we drove to it, by the Bricks Part of the building. It was a little blue and wooden one, with all kinds of passage ways and slides. Pretty cool but short and slender. After finishing a story in Grimm I joined Rebecca and Sophie outside, Mom still being in the car. I played on it for a little while, deciding who would be it in the next game. I made Rebecca mad for some reason, and ran to one part with stairs going up and a wooden roof that hovered over a little shaft of area. A slide went down one side. I wish I hadn't done that. As I turned back, part of my head hit the wood. BONK! As the side of my head hit a wooden frame, I felt a throbbing sensation as my forehead starting aching and hot wet tears burned in my eyes. My throat got choked up as I had a vision of blur in my eyes, of fading, disappearing images. I fell down hard on the wood, in a crouched up position. I put my hat on the spot, losing consciousness and hurting. Sophie saw what happened and came over as I started whining and moving around uneasily on the ground. I felt the smell of dirt and pinestraw on the wood. What would happen next?
TO BE CONTINUED....(See an Interesting Day Part Two for next part of story.)
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