Charlie is squeezing my hand, leading me down this rocky path. He knows I don’t want to go. My heart is racing and it won’t stop. My knees are wobbling like jelly. Charlie has told me so much about this school-place and Mr Munnings with his long whipping cane; it has been making me nervous for the past week. Big Joe doesn’t have to go to school, and I don’t think that is fair at all. He gets to stay home and sit up in the trees singing Oranges and Lemons. I wish I could have a smile on my face but all I want to do is cry. “Piggyback?” Charlie asks, as he gazes into my eyes. I nod my head and climb up. While he is carrying me, a tear shoots down from my eye and streams down my rosy-red cheek. I quickly wipe it away so Charlie doesn’t notice. I spot a crow sitting on the fence, it’s beak open and it is making that crow noise. I don’t like crows and never have. They give me goosebumps and they stare at you with those creepy eyes. We are here, and it is gigantic. As we walk into the giant-size playground, I can hear all of the children laughing and running around. All of a sudden, a bell rings and everybody lines up in to two separate lines. Apparently, I’m in the Tiddlers group and the other group is named Bigguns. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mr Munnings and that cane of his, which hangs on a wall above his desk. ” A new boy, a new boy! First a Charlie Peaceful and now a Thomas Peaceful. What have I done to deserve another one? In this school, I am your lord and master. You do what I say when I say it, understood?” Mr Munnings orders, in a bossy way. I nod my head nervously. ” Bigguns off you go,” Mr Munnings adds. As the Bigguns walk past, Charlie gives me a wink then I try and do the same but unfortunately I can only blink. Charlie giggles quietly. ” And now Tiddlers off you go,” Mr Munnings screeches. We are walking into our class room, where it is lovely and warm. Luckily, I have Mrs McAllister as my teacher and she is very sweet but at least she is not Mr Munnings. ” Tiddlers, take your seats please, I’m about to do the register and Thomas tie your laces,” Miss McAllister asks. I look down to see my laces undone then suddenly I start to cry. ” Crying won’t do up your laces you know,” Mrs McAllister added. I said I can’t do them, then Mrs McAllister asks a girl, who has the prettiest hair I’ve ever seen, to do my laces. Whilst she is tying them, I am tempted to touch her hair, but I don’t. After she ties them, she sits back down and she doesn’t smile at me not even once, ” Thomas, sit next to Molly,” Miss McAllister orders, in a nicer way than Mr Munnings does.When we are allowed to go, we all sensibly walk out, in case Mr Munnings screams at us. I run over to a log and undo my bootlaces, just to see if I am capable of doing them myself. I have just finished doing a loop and it is complete. Suddenly, Molly looks over her shoulder and smiles at me. I know I have a friend.