HI GUYS IM BACK WITH A CALZONA STORY! I LOVE THIS COUPLE AND HAVE A FEW IDEAS IN MY HEAD THAT I WANT TO LET OUT!

SO HERE IT GOES! PLEASE DONT FOGET TO FAVOURITE AND FOLLOW!

Chapter 1

Glancing around her small, yet wonderful classroom, Arizona sighed her last de-stressed breath, admiring the decluttered classroom for one last time until the term would begin. Picking up her little box of goodies, she set off placing a small stationary set with cartoon animals on each of the knee high desks — everything was knee high, from chairs to sinks, to specially made toilets. Kindergarten just had its own set of everything! After the sixteen tables had been set, Arizona glanced through the register, placing mental bets on who was going to be the rascal of the class.

"10 more minutes!" Came the sing-songed voice of Miss Kepner, the other Kindergarten teacher, through her ajar door.

Arizona smiled, it was nice to be in a routine again, back to normality. All the children always told her stories of dreams they had had, whereby Miss Kepner had been Snow White and Arizona had been Cinderella; she had told April Kepner about this funny conversation, April had purely erupted into fits of giggles — telling each of their co-workers over and over again of the resemblance. They had all agreed with the child.

The bell rung and April, followed by Arizona stepped out on the gravelly play ground to collect their new classes. As the children lined up in snakey, obscure shaped lines, Arizona smiled as she saw all of them beam up at her in awe.

She slowly led into the classrooms and helped them find their pegs to hang their coats and sweaters. Arizona then took them into the classroom and announced they would all sit in a circle to play her original game: "Hello, my name is…". Arizona did this each year — nearly regimentally. After studying she knew she wanted to go straight into teaching, she wanted to help children have the most amazing childhoods they possibly could — unlike she did.

All sixteen of the tiny children sat down crossed leg in a more oval shape than circle. "So what we're going to do," She told them, "Is go around the circle and say our names, our favourite thing and what we want to be when we grow up! Okay?" Her voice became a lot softer when she spoke to children, more caring - less defensive. Looking around she could see each of their minds puzzling together what they were going to say.

"I'll go first," She said, getting comfortable, and looking around at the children with a reassuring look. "My name is Miss Robbins, my favourite thing is the beach and movies, and when I grow up I want to be a rockstar!" All the children giggled at her — their eyes glittering with admiration. "Okay kid, your turn…"

"My names Ellis, I love ice cream and I want to be a ballerina!"

After a good twenty minutes they finally got around to the last person, they had all come out with ambitious career paths and the true love for junk food. They had all laughed or smiled whenever Arizona had played class clown, or when one of the boys had made a mistake and ended up saying the wrong thing altogether; however the little girl sat to her left had not said a word, smiled, or even lifted her head. "Whats your name, sweetie?" She said, giving her a soft nudge.

The young girl sat there, staring into her lap, her chin resting flatly on her palm with her elbow placed on her knee.

"Sofia." The voice was more of a mumble and a whisper merged together, if Arizona had not looked over the register before they had got her she would have been convinced her name was Mia.

"Sofia!" She said still cheery; some of the other children were now staring — confused what was wrong. "So what things do you like Sofia?"

"I like it when my mummy is happy," her mouth was still firmly placed against her plan, yet her voice had become slightly more confident and legible. Arizona's brow furrowed at the response, however she did not act on her response — the last thing she wanted to do was to alienate her.

"I like it when people smile and are happy too," She said gazing at her dark brown, combed hair, as she looked up, lots of little angelic faces smiled at her; she chuckled to herself, already thinking to herself she definitely got the good class this year — unlike last year, whereby she had been dumped with the devils and April, secretly was overjoyed with her little delights. "How about, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Happy." The one word answer took Arizona by surprise, this young girl spoke like she had the world on her shoulders, Arizona's brows subconsciously furrowed again, meanwhile the young girl begun to look up.

The stare only lasted a few seconds, however, her small dark eyes gazed up at Arizona, she felt a wave of emotion traipse through her — Sofia's eyes were literally like the window to her soul. She was dressed smartly, her dark hair flowing smoothly down her back, and a pink-rose shade tinted each cheek.

Throughout the day Arizona watched the girl closely, not really wanting to lose sight of her. The children were having a ball, colouring, practising writing their names, chanting months, days, colours and numbers with Arizona. But Sofia was having none of it; she simply fiddled with the small rubber Arizona had given her in the set.

Different teachers popped in and out throughout the day, introducing themselves to the young entrepreneur wannabes. Each of the staff made their mark on the children, either with a joke or an accidental trip that led to floods of giggles. The day had been hectic, Arizona forgot how much teaching kindergarten took a toll on her — however the job was worth it. To see an array of happy faces smile at you in awe for ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, it was worth it. And she got paid too, which was a bonus!

Soon the home bell rung at three-thirty, disappointment spread over the children's faces; Arizona pulled out a sheet of stickers from her desk draw to congratulated them for no tears and completing a day at 'big school' — their spirits soon lifted. Helping each child get on their coats and making sure they each went home with the correct bag took some time, and before she knew it Arizona was running late. Mind you surely the parents must know — you cannot get anywhere on time when you have children — especially not sixteen!

Each of the children spotted their parents instantly and went running off to tell the tales of the first day — one of the mothers was even crying she was so thrilled having her daughter back. Arizona looked down and Sofia stood beside her, slowly taking her thumb out her mouth and turning to tell her: "Don't worry, she's always late."

Arizona crouched down, so she was the same height as the small girl. "Have you had a good day today?" She quietly asked. "You looked a bit upset, I hope you like having me as your teacher?!"

Sofia turned her subdued gaze to Arizona's concerned blue eyes, she reassuringly nodded at her. Then instantly she snapped her head up at the sound of stilettos on pavement only to shout: "Mummy!"

Arizona looked up to see a tall, striking, olive skinned woman. Her dress was immaculately fitted to her breath taking figure, sported by her formal posture and expensive jewellery. As she heard her daughter shout her, her face gleamed and her burgundy-red lips pulled back to give a huge smile down to her mini-self.

"Sofia!" She gasped smiling, hugging her tight. Her face glowed as she looked into Sofia's, now smiling, face. "Have you had a good day? How was it? Did you make any new friends? Is Ellis in your class? Is this your teacher?"

All her questions simply blew over Sofia's head who was, quite frankly, too overwhelmed to reply. However the last question had gained her attention.

"This is Miss Robbins!" She smiled tugging her mothers hand to welcome her to her new teacher. Arizona was taken a back. She had barely got a word out of her all day, now here she was being introduced to her mother like she had been teacher of the year or something!

"Hi, I'm Callie Torres, Sofia's mum," She offered her hand, to which Arizona shook in return. "Lovely to meet you, I'm sure Sofia's got lots of exciting stories to tell me about today!"

Sofia and Arizona both gave an uneasy smile, to which Callie guessed there was something wrong.

"Ms Torres," Arizona cleared her throat before she continued. "Do you have a minute?"

Callie looked from Arizona, to her daughter, then back to Arizona. Arizona could tell that she's been in similar situations before — the brief roll of Callie's magnetic eyes suggested she already knew what was going to be said, but still, she followed the blond back to the classroom. Leaving Sofia outside to play on the equipment provided for the school by the former pupils of a rich family, Arizona and Callie watched as she played along with her imagination, talking to the small rubber as if it were a walkie-talkie.

Subconsciously Arizona's leg was violently shaking underneath the table; it was a childhood habit, something that everyone had said she'd grow out of. However she hadn't, and she'd experience many first dates when her company was no more than impressed of her lack of disguise towards her feelings, and ended up leaving the date early.

"Is everything all right Miss Robbins?" Callie asked looking at the blonds' shaking leg in concern.

"Oh, sorry," Arizona reacted, placing the palm of her hand against her leg to try and prevent the rattling. "Everything's okay thank you. Well, I know its the start of term, well the first day in fact. However Sofia has been extremely subdued — and to put it quite frankly: deep. I've seen this before as I've had a child prodigy in my previous class; a young girl who could only express herself with her love of classical music. However this situation is a bit different; I offered numerous activities to Sofia, yet she was having none of it. Is there anything I should be aware about? Or anything that is a sensitive subject with her? I know its the first day, but in my class, the children are my main priority, and of course their happiness is a huge influence on their capability of learning. Im not saying your child isn't happy, I just want to make school a happy place for her too."

Arizona's small speech left Callie quite taken a back, nobody except herself, had ever talked about Sofia with such passion or understanding. She let out a sigh as she continued watching Sofia swing on the worn ropes of the obstacle course; turning back to Arizona her eyes glistened in affection of her child.

"Sofia is a little me," She smiled, slightly blushing of her admittance to her inner ego. "She reminds me of me when I was younger, or in fact me now. I like to keep myself to myself. I don't see it in a bad way, however recently she's become consumed with fantasy novels. Her imagination used to be manageable — however its grown considerable amounts." She stopped for a few seconds as her eyes watered. "Sofia's dad died last year. We weren't together, Sofia used to go and see him every other weekend. But she loved going to see her, he connected with her in a way I will never be able to; I try, I really do. I'm struggling, I really am. But what's done is done, I'm all he's got now. I need to pull myself together."

Arizona watched the woman as she pulled out a pack of small delicate tissues with her manicured hands. Callie had been open, yet private with her; Arizona respected that. She had told Arizona useful information about her child's situation without turning it into a sob story, Callie had a strong exterior — Arizona could see that.

"I respect you," came Arizona's unexpected reply. Callie dabbed her eye and smiled. "Not many people would tell me that about their child on the first day, but you did. Its good; and I can assure you — Sofia will be just fine with me. It's surprising how much better the kids can cope with these situations more than the adults."

The women let out a small chuckle, both watching Sofia intently, as if she were performing a show. Callie had asked about the syllabus for the term, asking what she could do to support Sofia at home; Arizona had flicked through her booklet, explaining the techniques she used to help drill in the information. She had learnt that Callie was a hands on mom, someone who strived to make themselves and the people around them the best they could be. Arizona liked that, and she carried on explaining until the janitor came to say lights out.