The Three of us - Comprehension

Writing Deconstruction.

Why had she made me come? I knew I’d hate it. Stupid
school and stupid, stupid fleece. Mum said it would be
alright because it was the same colour. But she was wrong.
As I looked around the room I could see it was wrong –
wrong colour red, wrong material and wrong logo. The girls
started to giggle at me. I looked at my shoes and felt my
face changing colour to match my fleece. I hated first days
at school; I just longed to be invisible.

The teacher put her arm around me, trying to make me feel
welcome; but as I glanced around the room I could see my
classmates looking down, hoping she wouldn’t make them
“look after” me. It was so embarrassing and humiliating. I
could tell by the way the teacher was glaring at the class
that she knew some of them could be nasty to new kids.

Suddenly she spoke and told a boy called Kieran to make

space for me. I looked to the place she had pointed at and
saw the sneer on Kieran’s face and heard a snort coming
from another boy in the class. I knew I had to make my legs
walk to Kieran’s table – but they seemed to stick to the
ground. Why had Mum made me come? As I sat down my
stomach filled with cold, tightening fear and I breathed
deeply to stop any tears.