Looking Back in Time
Later that day I set off to town, I was going to find out about that memory. I remember who was in my class when I was a kid, but I just didn’t remember them talking to me. First I went to my old school, that was where I had gone to elementary school. I headed out to the subway, I stepped onto the train and it began to move. My old school was called: East Side Prep; I was a really good student when I was there, Mother says so. But I don’t know if I can trust her anymore, I have no idea what is happening to me. I walked into the big building, I looked around and I saw my old principal, he looked well. “Why, is that you Jack? Wow you have grown so much sense the last time I saw you!” “Oh, Hello Mr. Phillips, how nice to see you…I would appreciate it, if you had a cup of tea with me? Maybe in your office?” “Ah, yes, right this way please, ‘cause you don’t know where it is, since you never got in trouble young man!” We walked along the corridor; there were posters everywhere, posters of children, posters of happiness!
We walked into a cramped office, it was a little dingey. Mr. Phillips sat down in an arm- chair, then he looked up at me. I settled down in a straight- back wooden chair. I had to push a pile of papers off of it. “I would like you to tell me who was in my class in sixth grade, and where they are now!” I said hurriedly. “Oh,” Said Mr. Phillips, “well, if you please…. Who should I start with?” He said rummaging through his files, I thought, maybe Sophie, I had never remembered liking her in my life, maybe I could talk to her better now. But then, I didn’t know anyone's last name. There had to be more than one Sophie in the school. “
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