"Roberto, wake up! It is time, "said my mother entered my room.
"It's a piece that I am awake."
the morning of the first day of school, I woke up early, because I had to take the train because I was very excited.
The train left the station at 7.18 Pistoia.
During the trip to Florence I tried to imagine the faces of new friends, new teachers, but I could not help thinking even in the good old days at the Pacini, with a veil of sadness and nostalgia.
Immersed in my thoughts and my hopes, I arrived in Florence and I immediately rushed to take the bus into the new school. I made that drive with my father, a bit 'of time before. At every street corner trying to see the street name and store it, and being attentive to where I was, to see if it was one in which I had to get.
The bus was full and many students spoke in a loud voice, greeting and telling how they had spent the holiday rush. It was clear that many of them already knew each other and went to school together.
After a few minutes I arrived at your destination, get off the bus, I took a few steps and found myself in front of my new school, the Istituto Tecnico Commerciale "Galilei", impressive in its light color.
The time of entry was fixed for 8.30. I was early.
front of the entrance was all a bustle of kids and scooters: screams, cries, greetings, hugs. But how many children attend that school?
Of all the people there was a familiar face, not even the few friends I saw the examination of German.
As soon as the doors opened, I tried the third P1, my new class.
On entering I noticed that many of my new friends had already settled. They were faster than me find it.
I sat in the middle row, the second bank.
"Are you free?" I asked the guy who was sitting there.
"Yes" he replied. E as he said waving his legs sideways, then vertically, always keeping his feet still on the ground. Seemed to have firmly. Stopped when his legs, began to do the tap on the bench with your fingers.
"My name is Robert," and held out my hand.
"I am John" and we shook hands.
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