Transferring Schools

The room fell silent as I walked in. “Miss. Baker.” The principal who walked me to my class said to the teacher. “Excuse me class.”The teacher said as she walked over to us. “Hello Ms. Gorden. Who is this fine young lady next to you.” Miss. Baker asked the principal. “This is Kaylee Smith. She is a transfer from Italy and doesn’t speak English that well.” Ms. Gorden said. “That’s sad. I hope the other kids don’t make fun of her.” Miss. Baker said. “Let me know if you have any trouble with her or the other students. See you around Miss. Baker.” Ms. Gorden replied. “I will.” Miss. Baker said and Ms. Gorden walked away. “All right Kaylee, let’s go.” Miss. Baker said as she placed her hand on Kaylee’s shoulder. Kaylee walked the rest of the way through the door. The room was silent. “Sarah.” Miss. Baker said to one of the students in the front row. “Yes, Miss. Baker.” The girl in the front row with golden waves of hair said. “This is Kaylee, she’s new, could you show her around?” The teacher told Sarah as more of a command than a question.”Sure!” Sarah replied smiling at me. Her hazel eyes up smiled at me. “You’ll be perfect. She came from Italy and doesn’t speak English that well. Thankfully you are from Italy too!” Miss. Baker said. Sarah, I remember that name from somewhere. I thought. “Ciao! Il mio nome è Sarah!” Sarah said in perfect Italian. “Ciao, il mio nome è Kaylee.” I said. I swear, I know this girl from somewhere. “Kaylee. Ricordo che il nome da qualche parte.” She said. “Mi ricordo il tuo nome da qualche parte troppo!” I replied. Maybe when she was in Italy we lived near each other. I thought some more. Maybe she was my friend. I had a friend I remember, that moved away a year ago. What was her name?! Could it have been Sarah? Her last name was Quinn, I know that. “È la tua cognome Quinn?” I asked. “Sì.” Sarah said, telling me it was her. “Ci conosciamo!” I shout. “We did!” Sarah shouted in English. I bounced up and down to show excitement. We walked into the music room. “Music room.” Sarah said gesturing with her arm to the class. “Miss. Quinn, why may I ask, are you here and not in your class.” The teacher said. “I am showing the new student around the school. Miss. Baker told me to.” Sarah replied. I couldn't understand her but it wasn't really my business, after all the teacher addressed Sarah. “Next room?” Sarah asked me. “Sì.” I replied. We walked out into the hall and to the next room. “Art room.” Sarah said opening the next door. It was beautiful inside. The walls were white with colorful splashes of paint here and there. She had paintings hanging from every wall. The teacher was just as beautiful as the room. “Bellissima camera.” I say. “Sì.” Sarah replies. “Next room.” I say. We leave the room and the bell rings. “Next class.” She says. We hurry back to Miss. Baker’s room and look at my schedule. We have the next class together. It is social studies. We walk in a few minutes late but we have passes. The teacher asks for my name but I don’t understand. Sarah walks up and translates for me. After we figure that out we move on to class. He has me sit next to Sarah in the front row. That way she can translate for me. In this class we are learning about the history of Italy. It is great fun and Sarah and I share lots of things that the others didn't know about Italy. The bell rings again and we move to another class. We have math next together. At least written numbers don’t look different in Italian. Sarah and I are once again put together in the front row to allow translations. I pass through math with no problems. We did simple multiplication I had learned two years ago. After math we have Advanced English for Italians. I entered and a teacher greeted Sarah and I with a warm ciao. We sat together in the middle of the classroom and learned some basic words. After that class alone I had learned to say ‘Hello, my name is Kaylee. I am a new transfer student from Italy. I don’t know English that well.’ The bell rang then Sarah and I walked to physical education. I had no idea what that was. I walked in and was immediately asked my name. This time I understood. “Hello, my name is Kaylee. I am a new transfer student from Italy. I don’t know English that well.” The physical education teacher just nodded. “This way.” The teacher said in a gruff voice eyeing me. He was very muscular and had dark brown hair. His eyes were fierce brown in color. He walked with high pride. After we had gotten to the other side of the room he turned to face us. He pointed to himself. “Mr. Mursan.” He hissed at me. “Don’t. Get. It. Wrong.” He continued. “Ci™ che un uomo orribile.” I muttered under my breath for only Sarah and I to hear. “Sì.” Sarah replied in a soft whisper.

Author's Note

Some is in Italian and you might want to translate it.

Reviews

[ShowtunesGiraffe]

I'm sorry but it was extremely hard to read because it was all one long paragraph. You really need to divide your writing into paragraphs so that it's easier to read. You don't have any reviews and I'm guessing it's because it was extremely hard to read, and they just didn't bother.

[Sabrina]

Thanks for the idea! I find it hard to write in paragraphs because I find it easier to type without having to pause to indent and such. I realize that paragraph might make it easier to read and I will start tring to make paragraphs more often. I'm sorry if this was hard on your mind.

[ShowtunesGiraffe]

No need to be sorry :)

[Sabrina]

Thanks anyways! :)

[Llamas!]

This is great. I had my fun translating this. I love it though putting it in paragraphs, as ShowTunesGiraffe suggested, would be wonderful. Don't feel bad about the hate you get from that though. This was wonderful! I love your writing.