Stars: Beetee and Wiress' Daughter

Chapter One: First Day of School

"Okay sweetheart, remember I will pick you up to take you to your speech teacher after school," Beetee mentioned to his daughter as he walked her to school for her first day of kindergarten, and his daughter, Isabelle, nodded in acceptance of his terms. Beetee grinned and got down on a knee to look his daughter in the eye, "if any of the kids make fun of you just tell mommy and me. I just want you to have a wonderful day and make sure you try to make friends."

Isabelle nodded and whispered, "y-yes daddy."

"Good girl, have a wonderful day," Beetee kissed his daughters head before handing Isabelle her lunch box and waving goodbye to her. Isabelle waved back and ran into school and tried to look for her classroom. The school seemed like a labyrinth for the young girl, so she eventually asked a teacher where she was supposed to be. The teacher lead her to a small classroom at the end of the hall and right next to the playground.

The teacher opened the door and held it for Isabelle, "thank-k you."

"Your welcome, dear," the teacher smiled and left the classroom. Isabelle was about ten minutes early for school because that is what her father wanted. He was always orderly and had to be on time for everything. The classroom's small round table had nametags all around it and Isabelle found hers and sat down in the chair and swung her feet back and forward. She sat there quietly, and played with her black curls. No other sign of life was in the classroom other than Isabelle, and not a teacher or student was in sight.

"Come on, Logan," a man's voice eventually echoed from the hall, and a brute man with short black hair walks in with his son.

"Daddy, come on," his son whined, "nobody else is here."

"You sure about that?" the boy's father pointed over at Isabelle, "because she does not look like a nobody."

"Oh," Logan peered over at Isabelle and smiled, "she is not."

"Have a great day, son," the father lets go of his son's hand and walks out. The boy walks around the table and finds his nametag, and it turns out that he sits next to Isabelle. Isabelle was not paying attention at all, and instead she had a piece of paper out and drawing her family.

"Hello," Logan whispered, but he is only returned with silence. A couple of minutes later he tries a gain, "hello, Isabelle." Isabelle looked up and smiled and the boy and gave a short little wave. Logan smiled back, but he tried to have a conversation with her once again, "you know you can talk."

Isabelle shook her head.

"You can't talk?" Logan looked shocked.

"I-I can, b-but I have a s-stut-ter," Isabelle spoke to someone outside her family for the first time, and it felt scary to her.

"Oh," Logan looked at her, "it is cool!"

Isabelle laughed a bit, "w-well thanks-s."

"Your welcome," Logan smiles, "friends?" Isabelle nodded at Logan and the rest of the students began to pour into the classroom. The first morning felt like a rush to Isabelle because it was her first day at school and it seemed so exciting. During the morning they learned about the rules and schedule that they would go through for the next year. They learned their line order, which was alphabetical by their last name, and they were to play on the playground and then they can eat their lunch. The teacher nagged them on making sure that they bring their lunch. Then they were to have afternoon class like normal.

"Okay, remember get into your line order and grab your lunches," the kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Greatwood, says to her students grabbing her own lunch. Isabelle goes to her cubby, which was also assigned to her, and grabs her lunch box and a book to read at recess. Logan comes up to the one next to her and grabs his lunch as well. The two line up in their lines and head to the playground. The first thing Isabelle does is sit in the grass under a tree and reads her books.

Logan took a seat next to Isabelle and smiled, "whatcha reading?"

"A s-story," Isabelle whispers and closes the book.

"You can read?" Logan tilted his head, and Isabelle nodded, "wow, that is good. I wish I could read like that."

"M-my daddy-y taught me t-to," Isabelle smiled. The two sat there playing with some flowers, and Logan put one in Isabelle's hair, and stares out at the playground. All the kids are enjoying their time on the playground at the time, but Isabelle and Logan were enjoying some quiet time by themselves. That is what Isabelle enjoyed because she always had been a quiet one herself, and Logan never knew how to make friends, but friends with Isabelle.

"Children! Time for lunch!" Mrs. Greatwood called her students towards the lunch area. Isabelle got up and ran towards the lunchroom with Logan running right behind. She took a seat at one of the tables and opened her lunch box eagerly. A grin spread across her face to find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the crust and some cherries. She ate quietly and stared at Logan who sat across from her. His lunch was made of carrot sticks and a cheese sandwich.

"Isabelle?" Logan peered over at her.

Isabelle nodded, "y-yeah."

"We will make good friends," Logan smiled and continued to eat his lunch. Isabelle smiled as well and finished up her cherries, and she was proud of herself for making a friend. That is what started a friendship that would last for a lifetime.

After School…

Isabelle searched anxiously through the crowd for her father and mother, and she squeezed her way through people to find them. Wiress and Beetee both stood by a light pole as their eyes searched for their little girl.

"D-daddy and m-mommy!" the little girl shouted, running up and hugging her father's leg.

"Well it looks like you are happy to see us dear," Beetee grinned grabbing his daughter's hand, "you ready to see Dr. Goudling?" Isabelle nodded and walked ahead of her father, dragging him along with him.

"Slow down…" Wiress trailed off as she tried to catch up to her husband and daughter.

"S-sorry m-mommy," Isabelle sighed and walked slower. Beetee finally took a breath and peered over his shoulder to make sure that his wife could catch up quickly. Wiress eventually caught up to them and took her daughter's other free hand. They walked like this for a good ten minutes till they got to a small building just outside of the center of the district and it was sandwiched between some apartments as well. It was a bland building and not very lively at all, but it did have many windows that someone could just stare outside until they went to see Dr. Goudling, and that is what Beetee and Wiress both admired about the place. Beetee opened the door for his wife and daughter.

Isabelle stepped in and ran over to the window that she always stares out of. Her parents followed shortly after, taking a seat right besides their daughter. "So, how was your day, Isabelle?" Beetee asked his daughter while he helped her take off her backpack.

"Good," she whispered as she stared out the window.

"Did you…?" Wiress trailed off.

"…make any friends today, sweetheart?" the father asked his daughter who seemed to be distracted by what was happening outside.

"I m-made o-one," Isabelle smiled as she adjusted herself to sit properly in the chair.

"Oh, what is their name?" Beetee asked.

"Logan," Isabelle smiled at her father very happy to make a friend that day and to make her parents proud of her because she did.

Author's Note: Well this is my first Wiress and Beetee story and I chose to tell it from their daughter's point of view. This third person is eventually going to change because Isabelle gets a bit older and her thoughts become more mature. Anyways, this is going to be a short chapter and they will get longer.