Arthur and the Wobbly Feeling
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Arthur woke up with a wobbly feeling in his tummy, the kind that shows up on very big days. He lay still for a moment, listening to the birds outside, trying to work out exactly what the feeling meant.
Downstairs, he packed his favourite pencil case with careful, trembling fingers, lining up each pencil just so, as if getting everything perfectly neat might make the wobbly feeling go away. It didn't, not quite, but it helped a little.
He took one deep breath after another, all the way to the school gates, counting his footsteps to distract himself from the fluttering in his stomach. The big brick building loomed ahead, taller and busier than anything he'd seen before.
Inside the classroom, rows of unfamiliar faces chattered and laughed, and Arthur hovered near the door, unsure where to put himself. Then he spotted a boy sitting alone at a table near the window, looking just as wobbly as Arthur felt.
Arthur walked over, his own wobbliness somehow easing with every step, and sat right down beside him. "Hi," he said. "Do you want to be friends? I'm a bit nervous too."
The boy's name was Sam, and his shoulders relaxed at once, as if he'd been holding his breath all morning. "Me too," Sam admitted, managing a small, grateful smile. "I didn't know anyone here."
By lunchtime, the two of them had built a wobbly, towering block structure that collapsed twice before finally standing tall, and they'd given each other silly nicknames that made them both giggle uncontrollably. The wobbly feeling in Arthur's tummy hadn't vanished completely, but it had shrunk down to something small and manageable, tucked quietly away.
Throughout the afternoon — story time, painting, a game in the playground — it got smaller and smaller still, chased away by new games and new laughter. By the time the home bell rang, Arthur could barely remember it at all.
That night, Arthur told his mum all about his new friend over dinner, the words tumbling out faster than he could keep up with. He climbed into bed already looking forward to going back tomorrow, the wobbly feeling replaced entirely by something warm and excited instead.
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