Thildza dragged her feet on the shiny linoleum of the school hall.
The school principal pitter-pattered beside her, trying to start friendly conversation.
"You're from the country, are you?" he asked, his short legs moving fast.
"Yes, I am." answered Thildza softly. Thildza wished she were not at school, at all. She wanted to be running on the fields.
After a short while, they reached a large wooden door with the number 13 in metal nailed onto it. The principal stopped walking and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" a bossy, coarse female voice replied from inside. Thildza gulped as the principal opened the wooden door, and motioned Thildza inside.
"Good luck," he whispered to her, and then walked away. Thildza turned around to face the classroom and the owner of the voice she had heard from within.
That day Thildza turned around to face not just the classroom but also her greatest fear at that point in time. In life, we tend to trust that good things stay and that it's not allowed of Life to take it away from us. She never imagined that she would be taken out of her beloved countryside and made to come to school every day. Well, she didn't like it. Not one bit.
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