Chapter 10 - The First Bell
The morning air on Monday was crisp and bright, carrying the sharp, clean scent of melting frost and pine needles.
Mom and I walked down the sidewalk of Miller Lane toward Oak Creek Elementary School, just like she had promised. My backpack was slung over one shoulder, and my right arm was tucked securely into a black canvas sling that Uncle Marcus had helped adjust so the heavy cast wouldn't strain my shoulder.
My hand still ached when the wind hit it just right, a dull, pulsing reminder of the night everything broke. But as we turned the corner and the red brick facade of the school came into view, surrounded by a playground full of kids shouting and running around in the morning sun, the ache felt smaller, pushed into the background by the sheer, overwhelming weight of new beginnings.
Mom stopped at the edge of the schoolyard, kneeling down to fix the collar of my jacket and make sure the strap of my sling was comfortable. Her eyes were bright, clear, and steady.
“Remember, Leo,” she said softly, holding my face in her hands. “You never have to be quiet again. If anyone bothers you, if anything feels wrong, you tell me or your teacher immediately. We don't hide things anymore.”
“I know, Mom,” I said, nodding firmly.
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“Go on then,” she whispered, giving me a gentle nudge toward the front entrance where the morning bell was just beginning to ring. “Have a great first day.”
I turned and walked through the gates, my sneakers crunching softly against the gravel path. I didn't look back over my shoulder, and I didn't hurry. For the first time in my life, I walked forward with my head held high, ready to face whatever came next.
