People always saying that their childhood wasn’t very enjoyable… They always complaining about mistakes made in that time… By the now I remembered one moment from my childhood which I will tell you now.
It was long long ago… In primary school..In our classroom came a new boy named Gena. Gena was very tall , with brow hair , skinny boy without motivation to live in this world. But he always wanted to enter our group which contains me and my best friend Igor. Gena very often followed us everywhere and wanted to slightly become our friend… After five weeks we surrendered and told him: “If you will sit out in a wardrobe during all chemistry lesson , you will enter our group…” . He accepted our mission we gave him in first second , and immediately ran near wardrobe. There is nobody left in classroom except me , Igor and Gena. He opened the door of wardrobe and entered it, but Gena’s leg was so tall so door was unable to close. We tried to move him , tried to put near the door something heavy… But we decided to turn wardrobe face to wall so door would shut. We done this and Gena was already sitting in wardrobe when all our classmates started coming. After 3-4 minutes lesson had started.
There was one problem… Our chemistry teacher was Galina Chijen… The strictest teacher in the world… On she’s lessons we could hear how wind is blowing on the streets… After lesson had started already went 15 minutes but Gena was sitting and giving no noise absolutely.. After 1 minute we hear noise from wardrobe like somebody had spoiled the air.. Galina immediately threw her look on the wardrobe… Me and Igor was almost laughing with all power we have , but we suffered a lot till our laughing had exploded. Galina told us to leave classroom , and we decided to go home, because there was last lesson left. After we came back we played football a lot.. And we played , and played… Then in the evening i came back home , and after half an hour Igor had phoned me.. He told: “Gena’s mom had phoned to me. She is searching her son. I told that he is with you , she will phone you too soon.”… My skin become pale.. In my mind I already saw how many injures I will have after this… I’ve been waiting about 10 minutes when the phone ranged… I answered.. There was Gena’s mom.. She said: “Hello , Artur could you call Gena to the phone?” I answered immediately: “Gena is busy now but he will call later” … Then she told… “No I don’t need this anymore , I will come in 30 minutes”… My skin was almost white color… I called Igor and we decided to meet each other near the school…
Currently there are no comments related to "A History From My Childhood". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!