Diary entry (3)

It is my first day at school 

which is kind of cool, 

I entered the gate

my time awaits. 

I stood in front of the class 

which made my day last, 

A wonderful teacher 

I felt I could reach her. 

As I was walking near the classroom feeling nervous, 

the teacher said “I’m at your service.”

Meeting  new friend

His  laughter helps me mend 

Home sweet home we’re finally free. 

My siblings agree. 

I smell fresh air, 

that’s what I care.  

Feeling  sad, depressed and not like I have won 

I am still  thankful for what my parents have done

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