Fiction: Group 3
“I’m moving! I can’t believe it!” Peter cried. Peter explained what had happened at dinner.
“Perhaps this is for the best,” Mr. Cooper said calmly but with a hint of surprise.
“I can’t move. I have to meet new people.”
“It will be fine Peter,” Mr. Cooper said crossly.
“Perhaps,” Peter said.
On the moving day, Peter sat at the bottom of the staircase and stared at the ceiling.
“Peter? There is someone here to see you,” his mother called.
“Thank you, Mrs. Reid.” A deep voice echoed from the halls. As Mr. Cooper walked in, Peter couldn’t
help but notice the bulky book sticking out from his arm.
“This is for you.” Mr. Cooper handed a book to Peter. Peter stroked the cover of the book and scanned the
front cover. Peter saw that it was the copy of Mr. Cooper’s favourite Astronomy book.
“Why would you give this to me?” Peter questioned.
“Because you are a very special student, Peter. You are the most intelligent, most observant and most
stubborn person I have ever met.” Peter smiled at his old teacher and realised that his teacher had trouble
standing.
“Are you okay, Mr. Cooper?” Peter asked concerned.
“Oh, it’s just little limp, that’s all,” Mr. Cooper said, leaning against the banister.
“Come on Peter!” His father called from outside. Peter said his good-byes and watched as his old fragile
teacher waved goodbye from the steps of his house.
As Peter unpacked his suitcase, he pulled out the Astronomy book from the inner pocket. He stared at it and
teared up. He threw the book into the back of his closet.
On the first day of school, Peter was welcomed by many children just waiting to catch a glimpse of the new
student. Peter was overwhelmed by the attention of all of them.
“What’s your name?” one student asked.
“Where do you come from?” another yelled.
“You’re Peter aren’t you?” some would say.
Peter was overjoyed to make so many new friends on the first day of school. He had one friend named
William who was British and very much enjoyed reading. Another named Gerald who loved to play rugby.
Everyone was very friendly to him and liked how intelligently he talked.
As the years went by, Peter was accepted into his first choice university and graduated high school as
Valedictorian. As he organized his closet to find the clothes to pack for university, his hand touched a very
dusty and rather large book. As he pulled it out, he looked at the cover and began to think. In big, bold
