Mintu+Thomas

__<>__ It was a bit cold in the morning. Raining pretty hard outside, but that could not bring down the mood of a black-haired, hyper, three-year cold girl on the first day of pre-k! I could hear the rain outside. Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! As I just woke up so were the trees slowly opening their eyes, standing tall. “Mintuu! Get up weirdo! It’s time for your first day of meeting other kids, cooler friends, and other weird experiences!” My sister shouted next to me trying to hit me with the pillow I was sleeping on. “I’m up! Hehehe!” I giggled at my sister just to bug her, and got up. I brushed my teeth an extra five minutes so my teeth could be super clean! Then I got dressed. I put on my favorite little bright colored, yellow, sunshine dress! With my matching hate with a sunflower on it of course! I brushed my curly black hair and put on my lucky necklace my grandmother gave me. “Mintu! Come get your breakfast!” My dad yelled like a soldier. I knew what that meant…JUICYJUICE TIME! Every day, on the first day of school, my dad and I would drink some juicy juice and dance to any odd music there was on the radio in my kitchen, shamelessly. Trust me; we are not the best dancers. When my dad and I are together we are like inseparable best friends. So off I went to get some! As I entered the kitchen, I saw juicy juice in cups at the end of the table. “Juicy juice time, squart! It’s that time of year again..school!” “Yayy! I replied with excitement and joy taking a juicy juice box from his warm hands. We slowly slurped our juicy juice right when my dad turned on the radio. My dad turned on 100.3 or Z100 on. Then we sang along and danced with high energy and enthusiasm. My dad and I are definitely morning people, unlike my mommy and sister, Tintu. Tintu really is one heck of a monster in the morning. They just slowly ate their breakfast with no excitement, and all boring like. After my dad and I got all pumped up by dancing to tunes and drinking juicy juice, my mommy placed a pretty pink bow in my hair. My mom always placed bows in my hair ever since I was a baby. I remember looking at me as a baby and almost every picture had me with a bow. Anyway, I put my little jean jacket over my dress and out the door I went, with an umbrella. My dad unlocked the doors of the car, and it was nice and warm inside. My preschool is called Wesleys. It would take about ten to fifteen minutes to get there by car. So off my dad and I went driving in the car hearing other beeping sounds of cars in the roads. Beep! Beep! If I was a good girl the day before, I would be allowed to sit next to my dad in the front. Lucky for me I was a good girl the day before and was able to sit next to him. As we rode on the road my daddy told me some rules I need to follow in school. “Always remember to raise your hand before you ask the teacher a question, be polite to everyone, and ask before you go somewhere!” My dad nicely told me smiling. “Got it Daddy!” I would always reply back to him, laughing a little. Before we knew it we were there. “Bye Mintu! Be good now!” My dad shouted as he pulled away. Running inside the building, as happy as a clown, a strange/professional lady with a clip board brought me to my classroom after asking me my name. The classroom was amazing. Kids smiling and giggling. They were running around too! The room smelled like Clorox. Toys were scattered all over the room, on the floors, on the cabinets and tables. Colorful posters were all over the walls taped. Boxes of crayons, markers, and colored pencils were on a shelf. ABC and 123 carpets were on the floor. This was my classroom! It also smelled liked cheese balls since tins of cheese balls were on the teachers’ desk. I couldn’t wait until I got my hands on some of those toys…but before I could even touch one the teacher had an announcement. “Snack time kids. Clean up, and put the room back to the way you found it.” It was interesting how the children followed the teachers’ orders right away like she hypnotized them or something. Either way, after they cleaned up the room looked more pleasant. The teacher put two tables together and we all took our seats. Stuck between two boys was torture. I HATED boys back then. I mean they did have coodies and stuff. The boy on my right side smelled like something died in his pants and I think I knew what that meant. And the other boy on my left side just smelled like cookies and dirt! Yuck! The teacher gave us all 7 cheese balls. The last thing I wanted to do is eat knowing I had a boy with an explosion in his pants and a stinky boy on the other side. So I made an excuse to leave the classroom for a bit. “May I please go to the bathroom,” I said politely. Right when the teacher replied that it was okay I got up and left. On my way to the bathroom I realized I really did have to go. Like all kids when I get distracted when I have to pee I forget that I had to pee in the first place. In the halls I was walking as I passed by shelves and shelves of paint. “Coool!” I thought to myself. I tried to reach the red paint way at the top so I climbed on the blue paint. I slipped on the blue paint, the shelf shacked, the red paint splattered on me and the rest of the paint smashed in the halls leaving colorful paint everywhere. It looked like a circus threw up and left. I could not believe I just did that. I was scared what would happen when the teacher caught me. Five seconds. Five seconds, that’s all it took for the teacher to find me in the mess. But for me, those five seconds were a lifetime. “MINTU TREASA THOMAS! Oh what have you done! You totally just ruined the entire hallway! On top of that you could have gotten hurt! What were you doing with the paint anyway? Did you just lie you were going to the bathroom? You should never touch things without my permission!” The teacher yelled at me so loud I was positive other classes including mine could hear. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Tears came down my face but I was trying to hold them in as my eyes filled up with water. “I…I...I didn’t mean to I promise. I lied to you at first. I tried to get out of class since the boys I sat between smelled like a well, lets just say gross stuff and on the way to the bathroom I did have to go. Then I forgot I had to go when I got distracted by all this paint! So I tried to grab the red one, since it’s my favorite color and before I knew it…this happened…” I said shaking. “That is still no excuse. Come with me.” She exclaimed. She brought me into the bathroom and cleaned me up. Then she brought me back to the classroom and put me in a corner! “Why am I here,” I said quietly. “Is this time out?” “Your darn tutone its time out!” the teacher yelled. “Now you stay there for a while and think about what you did wrong. I’ll call your name when you can come out, but for now, sit.” My teacher mumbled as she walked away. Mad, sitting in the corner, trying to hold in my tears thinking I embarrassed myself for one day. While sitting there as ashamed as I was, lots of other children were playing their toys. Some were laughing. Each time a kid giggled or laughed I thought it was at me. Sitting there made each second feeling like an hour. Tick-tock, tick- tock the clock slowly moved. I was so very tempted to glance behind me to see if any of my classmates were looking at me. I turned my head a tad and glanced behind my shoulder. Surprisingly, the only kid looking at me was a girl. She had pure blonde, blue eyes, and a beautiful jean dress. She also had a red bow in her hair similar to the pink bow in mine. The thing that shocked yet liked the most was that she was in time-out too! “So why are you in time out?” O asked quietly so the teacher wouldn’t hear me. “Hii! I’m Elizabeth. I ate Joe’s cheese balls without asking when he wasn’t looking. Then I ended up here in time out. Our teacher acts like a gorilla sometimes, when she’s mad!” “Well, I’m Mintu.” I replied kindly. About fifteen minutes later, the teacher called Elizabeth and I out of time out. “Thankk Godd.” I whispered to myself. Next the teacher individually talked to us about what we did. I really didn’t care and just kept nodding my head thinking maybe she would stop talking soon. Before I knew it I was playing! But not just with anybody, but with Elizabeth. She became my best friend that day. I played blocks with her like I knew her my whole life. Well, I guess that is how little kids are. Elizabeth Pianucci. Even today in 7th grade she’s my best friend. Now thinking about it, if I never went to that naughty time-out corner, I would not have met Liz and that would be a shame. My dad soon picked me up that day. “Anything interesting happen in school today?” He asked curiously waiting for random fun words with enthusiasm to jump out of my mouth. Instead I just replied, “Tooo LONGG of a story Daddy, just too LONG.” By: Mintu Thomas ♥
 * __The First Day of Pre-k__**