I walked to the cloakroom with the others and grabbed my bag."Oof!" It was always a squash in the small red cloakroom. You had to be especially careful that you weren't pushed into a hook.
Finally I pushed my way out of the cloakroom. I spotted Mum in the jumble of parents and caregivers and nimbly approached her. We walked to the door and walked quickly out. As soon as I was in the car I collapsed into my car seat.
When everyone was buckled in, off we went. It was Windsor North school as the next destination. We had to pick up Jared, my 6 year old younger brother.
We parked the car, crossed the road and walked through the school gate. At least Jared's classroom wasn't too far."I hope that he doesn't take too long to appear." I thought. Jared always takes ages to exit his classroom. I don't see how it takes so long to just get your books and papers, put them in your bag and emerge. Then I remembered that Jared can be a very social chatterbox, and he does like to talk to his teacher. We had found out about this a few weeks ago.
Phew! It didn't take too long for Jared to move himself into the open. I wanted to leave as soon as possible, like always, for I always got embarrassed in mufti at school.
Click! Click! Click!, went the car seats. Off we went. I leaned back in my car seat. Another week was almost over, but then my thoughts went back to afternoon tea. Yum! There will be netball after 4:00. I am so happy.
By Natalie.
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