In this creative writing piece I am writing about a first, my first school interview. I really like this piece because it takes place when I was three years old! It was really fun writing it because I had to ask my mom and dad for the real story. Some of the parts in the story aren’t exactly what happens but I’m really proud of my description when I describe all the objects in the room .

 

My first school interview.

I was three years old when my mom forced me to go and take the interview. She dragged me down the hall, into the elevator, and then out the door. I must have been quite a sight because I was kicking and screaming till my mom had no choice than to take me in a cab.

 

When we got there, there was a tall woman standing in the doorway with a really scary smile. “Greetings! Are you here for the 1 o’clock?” She said. And I ran out the door, I could hear my mother’s footsteps following me. Feeling like Dora the Explorer, I ran faster. “Grace, Grace?” I heard my mother calling from around the corner. I knew that no matter what, I would not get to have dessert tonight so I stopped. The rug scrunched up under my feet,  tripping me till I fell flat on my face. My mom heard the crying and picked me up, she carried me back into the room where the scary woman was still standing. SHE DIDN’T EVEN MOVE!

 

We sat down at a little coffee table covered in markers and paint smudges. I heard the creaks of the plastic chairs pressing into the old wooden floor. I heard the sound of papers brushing up against each other as the scary woman dropped a stack of them in front of my mom. A pen drew a line across the wooden table as it fell out of the woman’s hand. My mother lifted me up and brought me into a dark cold corner a few yards away from the table where she was trying to fill out the stack of paperwork. I stacked blocks for what felt like days, but they kept falling over. A beautiful pink and blue tower stacked up twice the size of me (I had to stand on the toy chest to build it) crumbled to the ground before I could present it to my mom.

 

When my mom finished filling out the forms she brought me over to the table again to begin. “No, No, No!” I screamed and ran into the bathroom. She followed me, but got there too fast for me to lock the door. She looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?” She asked. I didn’t know what was wrong, all I knew was that I didn’t want to be left with that lady! So I told my mom. “It’s that woman, I don’t want to be left alone with her!” My mom finally told me that if I just let the “nice” woman ask me a few questions, she would give me an early Birthday present. Being three years old, this sounded pretty reasonable.

 

Hiding behind my mom we walked out of the bathroom, my mom apologizing to her as we moved. I didn’t think my behavior was out of line. I walked back into the corner and started playing with the blocks and mom was whispering to the scary woman. As my mom went back over to me she looked disappointed. “We’re going to do this another day” she said. As we walked out the door the scary woman waved goodbye and we both hoped we’d never see her again. “I want my birthday cake and I’m not taking a test till Daddy gets home”, I whinned as we entered the elevator.

 

It turns out my mom negotiated with the woman and struck a deal. She rescheduled me a month later. This time, my dad could take me and it was after my birthday so there were no excuses to make.

 

A month later, my dad walked me into the building. I had promised to cooperate in advance so it wasn’t as big of a deal as last time. We showed up in the doorway and there was no scary woman. There was a kind woman sitting in a big red chair. The room looked better than it had been. This woman was different than the other one. She smiled and gave me pens and a piece of paper to draw with. Then, she led me into the back room. Apparently it all looked like it was going well, but it wasn’t. I still didn’t want to take what I now knew was a test. But this time my dad was there, so when I came running out my dad lifted me up and put me right back in there. After that the interview it was fun, all she did was ask me what my favorite color was what was my full name. All questions I knew the answers to. Then, she spoke to my dad.  I didn’t really notice what they were saying because I was too busy sitting in the new play area where the blocks didn’t fall.

 

Turns out, I was pretty smart because I came here to LREI and lived to tell the story!

 

The end