Tapestry
Shoshana Green
It was a warm night. The world was new and fresh. Her eyes were barely open, but all of her senses were beginning to take shape. Once she looked up into the woman's teary eyes and luminous face, she knew it was her mother that was before her. Her mother was the one who was holding the girl so close to her warm body and so lovingly in her long arms.
She goes to first grade six years later. The School is different from kindergarten. It's humongous and full of tall people, much bigger than she will ever be. She stares around, frightened by this new place. After the bell rings, she becomes lost in a whirl of large 5th graders that don't apologize for running into her. As soon as everyone clears out of the maroon carpeted hallway, she feels tears well up in her big eyes. She looks around for someone to help her. As soon as she spots the tall teacher with the glasses and the black hair, she walks over and tugs on her shirt. She asks where her classroom is, since she didn't know her way around the large school. The teacher takes her small hand and walks her to her classroom.
Two years later, she is a golfer. The golf cart zoomed across the bright green field. Her dad had packed the golf clubs tightly into the back of the small, white vehicle. She sat in the passenger seat, dressed neatly in her blue colored shirt and tan cargo shorts. She had her brown hair pulled back into a knotty ponytail that had been untidily shoved through the back of her golfers baseball cap. The day was smoldering. The sun beat down on the golf course with such intense heat that she had to wipe her tiny forehead with the back of her hand to remove the sudden sweat that trickled down her face. Her dad drove quickly to the next hole. Soon, their little, white cart pulled up to the flat, green surface. They both stepped out of the car and grabbed their huge bag of golf clubs. She grabbed a golf tee, shoving it into the soft grass. Then she placed the bumpy golf ball onto the top of the tee and grabbed her long, silver golf club. It was as high as her leg, but lightweight and easy to swing. She looked up into the sky. The sun was slightly hidden behind a cluster of puffy clouds that were moving leisurely across the bright blue sky. Only a few other clouds speckled the sky other than the clouds in front of the sun. Besides the heat, it was a perfect day for golf.
Soon, her golfing years were over. Three years after, she was making her way to a new school. This time, she was scared, but proud that she had gotten the chance to go to Cab Calloway. She took a deep breath, stepping out of the yellow bus. She hadn't ever been this nervous in her entire life. A new school with no one she knew. And though she had quite a few friends in her elementary school, she was not good with meeting new people. She looked at the new school. It was big, obviously, and had windows on every wall and story. There was a large pastel green colored overhang over top of the glass entrance doors. She walked up to one of the doors. A guy who looked old enough to be in high school held it open for her. She gave him a quick, shy smile before entering the building. She looked around the lobby. It was quiet there, mostly because it was the first day of school. The first thing she noticed was the lack of ceiling and floor tiles. It brought a smile to her otherwise emotionless face. She saw a few other kids that were walking around aimlessly. They looked as confused as she felt that morning. A teacher came over to all of the puzzled sixth graders, including her, and told them that they should go downstairs to the cafeteria. She was even more confused at that since she didn't know where that was. And the other kids didn't either. So the teacher took them down. Soon they made it to the cafeteria. There were huge tables set-up throughout the lunchroom with hundreds of kids sitting at them. She saw her brother sitting at one of the middle tables. Those tables were probably the seventh grade tables. She walked to one of the breakfast lines since she didn't have breakfast that morning. Two girls stood in front of her. Both of them were sixth graders. They were talking and laughing. She stood there awkwardly, like always, waiting for the line to advance. The taller girl with curly brown hair and braces turned around and looked at her. She smiled and then said, "I like your shirt." The girl looked down at the shirt she was wearing. It was the black band t-shirt that she'd gotten at a "The Police" concert. She looked back up at the curly haired tall girl. "Thank you." She replied, quietly. The other girl looked at her too. She was a little shorter with strawberry blonde hair and braces. They both smiled at her. She attempted a smile back at them.
Soon this girl turns thirteen and tries out for high school at the school she's been going to for three years, Cab Calloway. And when she finishes her portfolio for the high school, she tries out. Once the couple months of stress and determination pass, she obtains the letter in the mail. The letter that would tell her whether she was going back to her home, or going to a completely different school. She opens it slowly, careful not to rip the fragile pages in the letter. She closes her big eyes, pulling out the numerous papers inside of the large, white envelope. She doesn't want to look at the papers, because there was a worry that she had that she hadn't made it back into Cab. But she opened her eyes and read the top section of the pale white papers. "Congratulations." It says on the top in big, bold lettering. She grins the biggest she has ever grinned. She had made it into Cab Calloway School of the Arts High School. |
