A new car. On a spring. An empty new car. A new car no one else is sitting on. That could be my car. That will be my car. Won’t be long. Then out the door and jumping on and…
Boing!
Losing control. Falling off. Scraping knee. Tears quickly dried, then back on to try again.
Learning has never been such fun. Not since yesterday.
They told me off. Said I was silly. But it’s a car. A red car. A red empty car. Outside the classroom. If I opened the window I’d be there quicker…
How can I read when I want to ride?
Three-fifteen. Time to go. Stand and smile. Collect bag with one eye on the car. Push, pushing past. Out the way!
Nearly there. Four more steps and round the corner.
Stop. Headmaster stands there with a scowl, shaking his head. “As an English teacher, Mr. Turner, you should be setting an example to the children,” he tells me.
“Sorry, headmaster,” I reply.
“Which means,” he continues, “That I get to go first!”
He pushes me over and runs for it himself.
Just like yesterday.