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Tord and Isak were forced to split apart for the first time since Tord was born on the first day of their new school in England. Luckily,Isak already knew a few words in English, however Tord refused to speak a word of it.
On the first day,Isak went to the Year 1 classroom whereas Tord screamed and cried for about 10 minutes before going to the Reception class. In his class,there was a brown haired kid quietly reading comic books:his parents must have not cared about what he did. Tord knows how furious his mother would have been if she saw him reading comic books. Well,before she died.
Some ginger kid thought he was entitled to speak to him.
“Hewwo. Me and Tom wanna know name.”,this boy spoke.
This caused Tord to run and hide behind the bookshelf where this kid was reading. The teacher must have hated it because she was having none of it.
“TORD. COME OUT OF THE BOOKSHELF OR ELSE YOU’RE GOING ON THE THINKING CATERPILLAR.”,the teacher shouted,causing Tord to come out timidly. “Right. This is Matt”,she furthered said,pointing to the ginger kid.
“Hi I’m Matt. You must be Tord. That kid I’m with is Tom. Also,avoid that kid on the floor reading comics. His name is Edd and he is weird Also,he poops his pants every day..”,Matt said.
“Also,Fraser’s weird. He pees on the carpet all the time. Its ewy. But there’s Alex,Nikki,Minxy,George,Clay and James.”,Tom said.
“They all nice. They no poo on carpet.”,Matt replied. “I no like Karl. He too weird. Like Wilbur.”
“Wilbur destroyed my lego tower so I hit him.”,Tom said. “Miss made me sit on caterpilly. That thing stoopid.”
“CARPET TIME.”,the teacher yelled,making Tord sit with Matt and Tom. “Now we are all going to state a fact about ourselves.”
“Hey. My name’s Alex and I like race cars.”,Alex said,his eyes staring at the teacher.
“MISS. FRASER POOPED HIS PANTS AGAIN!”,Matt shouted.
“No. Me didn’t!”,Fraser replied.
“EWWWW. I CAN SMELL IT FROM HERE.”,Tom yelled. “CAN’T YOU TORD.”
Fraser was balling by now,with his upper lip stuck up. Matt and Tom were snickering to themselves whilst Edd and Alex cringed together. James went up and smacked Matt right in the face,causing Matt to scream “NO FACE!”.
“Anyways. Reception. Break time. We go outside with all the year 1s and year 2s.”,the teacher explained for Tord’s sake. “We will also have a snack after break to get our energy levels back up.”
Tord immediately went and sat underneath a tree. Another boy decided to sit under this same tree,which made Tord upset.
“Hello. I’m Wilbur. How are you?”,the boy said,pulling up his beanie.
“Tord.Hvordan er det så langt”,Isak asked. He saw how his younger brother looked since his mum died.
“Jeg savner mamma”,Tord whimpered,almost crying.
“Jeg vet det. Men vi må bli her. Vi vil aldri kunne flytte tilbake til Norge”,Isak replied with,hugging his younger brother.
Some small boy with brown hair and missing teeth ran up to Isak and Tord with some sort of snail in his hand. Another boy with comically large eyebrows,according to Tord, and curly black hair ran up to this boy,shouting something he didn’t understand.
“ISAK. CAN YOU TELL ELLIOTT NO.”The curly haired boy yelled. “HE CAN’T KEEP PICKING UP SNAILS.”
“Hello. I’m Eliott. What’s your name?”,Eliott asked,his snail still in his hand. “Wanna stroke him. His name’s Mike.”
“This is Tord,my little brother. He only speaks Norwegian.”,Isak replied. “Tord. Elliott og Jonas”
“Hej!”,Tord said,slowly getting quieter.
“Jeg vet det. Men vi må bli her. Vi vil aldri kunne flytte tilbake til Norge”,Jonas said. He must have had a Norwegian family member because how else would have known the language?
“Jeg liker det ikke. Jeg vil flytte tilbake.”,Tord whimpered,his eyes still red from crying 2 minutes ago.
The bell rings,signalling the end of the twenty minute break and signalling snack time.
It was oranges,which Tord was allergic to. His grandmother put the allergy onto his record as well as him not knowing any English so hopefully the teacher would be sympathetic. The teacher slowly went around the classroom making sure each student managed to get an orange. Eventually,the teacher went towards him,giving him an orange. Logically,Tord tried to say “no” because he didn’t want to die. But this teacher just tried to shove the orange further down his throat. By this time,he ran further into another classroom,which turned out to be the year 1 classroom.
“Miss. He’s not in our class”,some curley haired twat yelled.
“Yeah. No poop Basille.”,a boy with a square head yelled back.
“SHUT UP BLOCKY!”,Basille screamed.
“Yeah. Will. Stop being annoying.”,the girl sitting next to him shouted.
“BASILLE AND DAPHNE! STOP IT!”,the teacher yelled,making them both shut up. “Is everything okay?”
“It’s Tord.”,Isak said. “He’s my brother. I don’t know why he’s here.”
“TORD VALTERSEN! EAT YOUR ORANGES!”,the reception teacher yelled.
“Miss. He can’t eat oranges.He will die.”,Isak explained.
“HE'S NOT!”,the teacher screamed. “HE IS NOT A BABY!” She went and shoved the orange down Tord’s throat like it was water. He immediately started choking and scratching his throat for some air. Isak immediately went into big brother mode and looked around the reception classroom for his brother's epipen. As soon as he could,he inject the needle into Tord’s thigh like he was taught when he was 3 when he first experienced Tord having an allergic reaction.
They had to call the ambulance and they both stayed at the hospital for the rest of the day. But at least the teacher got fired from her job for risking a life.