A READING FROM MY NEW BOOK by @bradleyarrow on 3Speak
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Good evening, everyone. I'm going to do a little something different this evening. I'm going to do a reading of my new book, Bullying and Perseverance, Book 3, The Resilient Tide series. Hopefully this doesn't look backwards. Anyway, this is my second attempt of reading. I was doing a reading. But I found out you can't turn your phone around when you've already started recording. So I didn't think you wanted to look at the page while I was reading. Here we go. Chapter 1, The Day the Bell Lied. Oh, let's see. Hang on. The first morning of school smelled like wet leaves and new beginnings. A soft September mish hovered over Brookfield Avenue, clinging the hedges and lawns that still held the last of summer's warmth. The street looked freshly washed, the kind of early fall morning where air carried a hint of cool, but not enough to call it cold. Bylaws Sims locked the door behind them. tightened her light scarf more out of habit than weather, nudging Samuel gently down the short walkway towards the roadside path. Not quite a sidewalk yet, just worn grass, tramped down by neighborhood kids all summer. Samuel's new shoes squeaked, navy, white stitching, lace, double-knotted. He held his father's hand, his small fingers wrapped around Matthew's calloused ones. His satchel bumped his knee with every step. Slow down, buddy, Matthew murmured. You'll wear yourself out before the bell. Bell? Samuel echoed, tasting the word. Yes, Violet said, smoothing the edge of his collar again. She's already done it twice. When it rings, you line up. Don't go anywhere without your teacher. The morning smelled the way September should. Damp Earth. the ocean flat somewhere beyond the hill, the faint sweetness of someone's toast drifting from an open kitchen window. Dog barked down by Caribou Road. The furnace wasn't on yet, windows were cracked instead, letting the mild air move through. House is still shaking off summer. They passed Stonehenge Pace, then Bramer Crescent. Samuel counted telephone poles under his breath. One, two, three. Farther down Brookfield, the transmission tower came into view. Tall steel against thinning mist, humming faintly with the power running from Deer Lake towards Bullwaters Mill. Almost there, Matthew said. Fern Street School appeared, brick building, big windows, a flagpole out front, a wooden sandbox off to the side. Faded hopscotch grid stretched near the entrance. Chalk softened by the morning dew. Children poured towards the door, sneakers slapping the step. Lunchpail swinging, voices rising like birds, startled from a tree. Samuel froze. Violet crouched to eye level, brushing a stray curled behind his ear. Remember, she whispered, you listen for the teacher. He nodded, though, his bottom lip trembled. Inside the entrance of noise was its own weather, wet sneakers squeaking on tile, backpacks thumping lockers, the mingle smell of pencils, chalk, wet grass, floor wax, and September still clinging to children's shirts. A bell clang, sharp metallic, Samuel jumped. A tall woman with warm brown hair and a soft cardigan approach. Good morning, you must be Samuel. Miss Bennett, kindergarten teacher, the kind of woman who smiled first in her eyes. Beside her stood a petite woman with cat -eye glasses. Miss McHugh, she said quietly, principal, welcome young man. Want to say hello, Sammy? Matthew asked. Samuel swallowed. Sam Mill. Miss Bennett didn't flinch or correct him. Well, hello Samal, she said warmly, as if the sound were exactly right. We're so glad you're here. Something losing in his shoulders. They helped him find his coat hook, name written on masking tape, Samuel S. Violet straightened his lunch tin, kissed her fingertips and pressed him gently to his cheek. Be brave, she whispered. He didn't answer. He stepped into the classroom, warm, bright color everywhere. Cut out letters, marched across a bulletin board. Welcome, Kidney Garden. We are all friends here. Miss Bennett clapped her hands once. The room settled in the half order. We'll start with the introductions, she said, sitting on the rug. Your name, then something you like. A girl with thick braids spoke first. I'm Lisa. I like kittens. A boy with freckles followed. I'm brine. I like hockey. A taller boy with a loud grin lean forward. Wayne, I like scaring my sister. Laughter. Then Miss Bennett, Island, and Samuel. He stood, small, nervous. The satchel strap dug into his shoulder. I'm Susser Samuel. He managed. The last sound fell sideways. A couple of kids giggled. Miss Bennett leaned forward a level with him. Samuel, thank for trying so bravely. She tapped the rug beside her. You can sit here with me. He sat. Someone behind him whispered, Sammel, stretching it thin. Before the hurt could reach his heart, a boy across a circle. Brown hair, shy eyes, lifted his crayon and whispered, I like your shoes. Samuel blinked. No teacher prompted it, kindness appeared all by itself. So thank you, he whispered. The recess bell clang. Children burst outside like marbles from a jar. Samuel hovered by the chaneling fence, tracing a cold metal with one finger, watching older kids run, as if they all re. knew every inch of school year. Then the bell rang again, the same sharp clang. That's the first five pages. We'll leave it there for now, I think. Thanks for watching.
@aliveandthriving: Wow another book congrats my friend wishing you the best luck in your sales. @bradleyarrow Made in Canva !ALIVE @benthomaswwd Moderator This post has been curated by the Alive And Thriving Team, we curate good content in the We Are Alive Tribe that is on topic for aliveandthriving, and it's included in our daily curation report on @aliveandthriving, plus @youarealive is following our Curation Trail.
@hive-as-mission: Interesting title. You gave me an idea for creating a video. I could do the same in reading a book.