Ok this is when Rachel is in Kindergarten and it's her first day of school. This story will skip around her age, and it will show how her relationship with Paul changes. Most people have voted for a Rachel and Paul story, so I am writing one now.
"Rachie, it's time to get up," Momma said and stroked her hand across my cheek. "It's your first day of school."
I bolted out of bed and started tugging at Momma's shirt, "Momma! C'mon I need to get dressed!" Momma laughed and reached for my dress on the handle of the door. It gave me a funny feeling every time I saw it, and I can't help but smile. It is pink, white, and black polka dotted. I love it.
"Okay Rachel, raise up your arms." Momma held the dress over my head as I raised my arms up over my head. She simply dropped the dress on me and I giggled when she tied the bow in the back. I looked in my mirror and twirled around.
"Momma! Help me with my dress!" Becca whined. Momma smiled and slipped Becca's dress on too. Hers was blue with a jacket. Momma said that even though we are identical, we have completely different tastes. I like, Pink and purple and orange and yellow, while Becca only likes Blue, dark blue, green, and dark green. Her hair is at her shoulders with layers, and her hair flips out. Mine is straight with straight across bangs on my forehead and it goes all the way down to my butt. We look the same other than that though. We have the same little, cute noses with a freckle on our cheek, royal blue eyes, and really long eyelashes. We have pouty lips and we are the same height, and we have the same skin color. Momma says that we are little angles.
Momma always likes to play with my hair. Becca just screams and kicks. Momma has crimped, curled, and waved my hair. Today it is just straight and it is in a half pony with a pink, black, and white polka dot bow.
"Ok, now smile for Momma," Momma said and held a camera to our face. I smiled and did a curtsy. Momma said that it was very lady like. She clicked the button on top of the camera about a gazillion times before finally letting us leave.
I ran out of my room and ran into Daddy. He towered over me. I hugged his leg and smiled up at him. Daddy looked down at me and grunted when Becca did the same to his other leg.
"I'm going to be in a wheel chair one of these days because of you girls," He laughed, "Here are your backpacks." I turned around as he helped me put on my Cheshire Cat backpack as Momma put on Becca's Power Ranger backpack.
"Ok let's go," Dad's soft voice said as he grabbed our hands and we headed out the door. I was bouncing in my seat while Becca fell asleep.
Daddy stopped in front of a small school with two wings. One had K-1 on it and on the other wing, it said 2-3. Yes, I can read. Momma got tired of reading bedtime stories for me, so she just taught me.
"Ok girls, we're here," Daddy said and wiped his forehead.
"Yay!" Becca and I both yelled, and we hopped out of the truck. Daddy grabbed our hands again as he walked up inside.
"Ok, whose class do you want to go to first?" Daddy looked at both of us when we got into the entrance. Becca raised her hand. "Are you practicing, because you don't have to raise your hand to me?" Daddy asked. Becca put her hand down and blushed. We walked to Becca's classroom. The teacher was old and smelly. I scrunched up my nose when we walked in the room.
"You must be Rebecca Black," The teacher greeted me and I shook my head.
"No, I'm Rachel," I said and pointed to Becca, "That's Becca."
"Oh I am gravely sorry," The teacher apologized, "Is Becca a nickname for you?"
Becca shook her head, "Yes, but only Rachel is allowed to call me it." The teacher furrowed her eyes in confusion.
"Oh, that's fine, I'm Mrs. Cunningham," Mrs. Cunningham held out her hand to Becca, but she crossed her arms and looked the other direction.
"Becca doesn't touch anyone she doesn't know," I whispered, "And she's really shy."
Mrs. Cunningham nodded and held her hand out to Daddy. He shook it and we left Becca there. Not Becca! I ran back to her and gave her a huge hug.
I whispered in her ear, "Don't touch her until her smell goes away." Becca giggled and nodded. We did our secret handshake and I walked out of the room and grabbed Daddy's hand. He led me right next door to a room that was bright and colorful. The teacher didn't look any younger than Momma, and she was only twenty-five.
"Hello, you must be Rachel," The teacher smiled.
I nodded, "Finally someone got my name right." I smiled and held out my hand. She gladly shook it.
"I'm Miss. Mae," She showed me her perfectly white teeth and then looked at Daddy. "She is very beautiful." He chuckled and turned and left. I looked around and realized that I was alone for the first time in my life with no one to help me with things.
"Where do I sit?" I asked and looked up at Miss Mae.
"Anywhere you like." She smiled. A new family came in and I ran to the back of the room in the corner. I sat there and started day dreaming for a slight second before I heard a loud thump on my desk. I looked and saw the cutest boy ever. He had jet black hair that was styled in a messy way and he had dark brown eyes and he was tan, but not as tan as me.
I looked away and blushed. Boys have always made me shy, but this one made me so shy I couldn't introduce myself.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked at that boy from over my shoulder. Momma said it was attractive. I fluttered my eyes and tried to make them look bigger.
"Excuse me?" The boy asked, "Do you mind if I say that you are just about the prettiest girl I have ever seen, other than my mom of course? Shoot, you might even be prettier than her." I blushed and turned all the way around to see him.
"Really?" I asked and he nodded his head, "That must be really pretty if I'm prettier than your Momma." He giggled and I twirled my hair, "I think I would have to say that you are just about the handsomest boy I have ever seen."
The boy looked down and fidgeted with his shirt. He looked back up at me and smiled, "I'm Paul."
I held out my hand in a fancy way, "I'm Rachel, my sister Becca is in the other class. We are identical twins."
Paul shook his head, "Identical or not, you will always be prettier." I giggled and Paul took my hand and delicately kissed it. I gasped.
"How did you know how to do a prince kiss?" I asked, shocked.
"It just came to me, and I thought you would like it, did you?" He asked nervously. I nodded and bit my lower lip.
"Hey! Why is a girl sitting here?" A small, bony boy walked up and put his Spiderman lunchbox on the table.
I pouted and asked, "Well why are you sitting here? For your information, I sat here first."
"I'm sitting with my best friend!" He scrunched his nose up and started growling. I turned my head away and didn't look at him until Miss Mae came up to our table.
She smiled her perfectly white teeth at me. "Well Rachel, it seems like you are quite popular." I smiled brightly at her. Wow, it's my first day, and I'm already popular. What is popular?
"Miss Mae, what is popular?" She looked at me with a shocked expression, but it seemed like nobody else knew what it meant either.
"Good question, popular is where people like to be around you." I thought for a moment. It makes since. "Leah!" Miss Mae called, "You can sit here." A short girl with pigtails and big brown eyes walked up to my table.
"I'm Rachel," I smiled. She nodded and sat in her seat next to the mean boy.
Miss Mae walked to the front of the classroom and started to introduce herself, and what is required in kindergarten. Paul started twirling a piece of my hair.
"Paul, quit it," I whined, "The teacher's talking."
"Who cares?" Paul raised his eyebrows at me.
"I do," I whispered. Paul rolled his eyes, and dropped the strand of hair.
"Now I want you kids to stand up when it becomes your turn and introduce yourself and say your favorite color, activity, and any extras."
I put my chin in the palm of my hand and waited for it to be my turn. Finally, it was my tables turn. Leah stood up nervously and pulled at one of her pigtails. "I'm Leah Clearwater, and my favorite color is orange, and I like to dance and hang out with my dad." I smiled and clapped. The mean boy stood up next.
"Sup, I'm Sam, and my favorite color is blue, and I'm really cool." I rolled my eyes, like people are going to believe that. I guess I was wrong, because kids cheered.
Paul stood up next, "I'm Paul and I'm an only child, and my favorite color is red, and I like doing everything." I smiled and blushed.
I looked around and saw that people were waiting for me to stand up. I slowly stood up and looked around. "I'm Rachel Black. I have an identical twin named Rebecca, and my favorite colors are pink and yellow. I like to play piano, and read." Kids jaws dropped and Miss's Mae's eyes widened.
"You can read?" she asked and I nodded, "Little kid books like picture books?"
I shook my head, "No Miss Mae, I like to read stuff like The Magic Tree House. Once I finish reading all of those books, I am moving on to Harry Potter."
"And you play piano." It wasn't exactly a question.
"My Momma said I could start playing once I read my first chapter book. I can only play stuff like "Mary had a Little Lamb" or "Silent Night" because I started over the summer."
"How come you're already playing piano?" Miss Mae asked, amazed.
"Because I saw a school on TV and I liked what they played and Momma said if I worked hard, I would go there someday." I smiled and raised my eyebrows.
"And what is that school?" Miss Mae asked.
"Julliard I think." I shrugged and sat down.
"Oh ok, moving on," Miss Mae continued and shook her head. I blushed furiously, "These are the seats you will be sitting in the rest of the year, you each have a cubby that I will show you later." I tried to keep back a smile. Sitting by Paul the rest of the year! Sam is the oddest boy I have ever seen because he just started hitting his head on the table.
"Ok class, we are going to draw a picture of yourself, and your favorite things," Miss Mae explained as she passed out blank pieces of paper. She handed me a paper and I looked at her funny.
"I can't draw," I simply said. Miss Mae raised her eyebrows.
"Well I'm sorry Rachel, but everyone has to do this." She walked away and I crossed my arms. I looked over at Paul, and he was furiously drawing.
"Will you draw mine?" I asked and poked out my lip.
"You can't be that bad, I mean look at mine," Paul held up his paper, and it had scribbles all over it.
"I bet it can," I said and laughed, "What is that supposed to be anyways?" I asked, pointing to his drawing.
"I just scribbled on it, and I'm going to make up something when she asks me." I laughed and started to draw on my paper. I drew me, next to a gray wolf. My momma loves them too. Then I drew a red sun along with a heart.
"You draw better than me," Paul said, looking over my shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess, but I still can't draw, it isn't one of my favorite things to do at all." I leaned back in my chair and looked around the room. It was so strange compared to my house. There were signs that showed each and every color along with the alphabet, and numbers one to ten.
Other than that, it was quite boring. My momma said that by the end of the year, our classes will be filled with all of our projects that we will be doing.
"Alright Kindergarten, turn in your papers and you may line up at the door." Everyone stood up and I turned to Paul.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We are going to lunch," Miss Mae said.
"I asked Paul, not you." I glared at her. She doesn't realize that she isn't exactly my favorite person in this room.
"Well, I am sorry, but you need to be more polite." Her lips pressed into a thin line and she turned and walked to the line. I turned in my drawing at her desk and went to the back of the line.
Paul skipped up to me, "Why are you going to the back? Sam saved us a spot up front." I bit my lip.
"My mom said that more exciting things happen in line than sitting at a lunch table."
"And why is that?" Paul asked and raised an eyebrow at me.
"I think she said that we'd be too busy with food in our mouth." I simply said.
"Well I guess I'll stay back here with you then." Paul said and put an arm around my shoulders.
"Paul, what are you doing?" I giggled.
"Waiting in line for lunch, what are you doing?" I asked. I shook my head.
"No, why do you have your arm around me?" I pointed to his arm.
"Oh, just having my arm around my favorite girl." I rolled my eyes.
"Paul!" Miss Mae said sternly, "Keep your hands to yourself."
"But she's my friend." He argued.
"So, but that's the rules."
"Fine," Paul muttered, and his arm fell to his side. We walked to lunch in a single file line, and I would have to say, the line definitely isn't as fun as the actual lunch. I grabbed my tray, and looked for Becca. I would really like to introduce her to Paul.
I saw her sitting and talking to this girl with crazy curly black hair. I sat down next to her and smiled.
"So sissy, how was your day?" She looked at me and smiled.
"It was great! My teacher isn't as mean as she looks," I frowned.
"Mine wasn't, my teacher is mean, she made me draw, and she yelled at Paul." I looked at my food and suddenly lost my appetite. Momma usually fixes really good stuff for lunch, but this, is gross.
On my tray was spinach and burned pizza. "Who's Paul?" Becca asked and raised her eyebrows at me. I blushed.
"Well…"
"Me!" Paul dropped his tray on the table and sat by me. Beccas eyes widened.
"Hey Paul, this is my sister Rebecca," Becca smiled and then went back to her conversation with the curly haired girl.
"So!" Paul said, "Do you think that Sam and Leah will sit here today?" Like it was on cue, Sam and Leah sat down. "Never mind," Paul said and started digging into his food.
Leah was talking up a storm to Sam, so I decided to pick at my food. By the end of lunch, I was bored to tears. Recess was fun though. We jumped rope and played foursquare. Then, we went back to Miss Mae's class.
"Ok class!" Miss Mae said and clapped her hands together, "We are going to decorate your cubbies." I smiled in excitement, and Sam started hitting his head on the table again. When Miss Mae finished giving instructions, I basically ran to my cubby. I took stickers and put them all over my cubby, and then I wrote my name. I looked over at Paul, who looked very confused.
"Need help?" I asked as he carefully wrote his name.
"No, I'm fine." He mumbled and then drew a star by his name.
"Why aren't you decorating it completely?"
"Because, I want to write something on it each day instead of covering it." He looked at mine and then looked at me, making me bite my lip.
"Oh, ok, can I write something on yours then?" Paul nodded and handed me the marker. I took it and wrote, Hi Paul, Love Rachel. He looked at it and rolled his eyes, "Wow Rachel."
"You can read too?" I asked, shocked.
"Yeah, my dad taught me."
The rest of the day was quite boring, and I couldn't help but be relieved when Miss Mae announced that the buses were coming.
I walked outside and found Becca standing there, alone under a tree. I skipped over to her.
"Hi!" I smiled and she nodded, staring off into space. Momma pulled up in her car and I pulled Becca with me.
The car ride home was exciting. I never even talked; Becca was talking about her day, while I was waiting for dinner.
At dinner, Daddy smiled at us and shook his head, "I just can't believe you two are already in Kindergarten."
"Daddy," I giggled, "That's not that old."
"Right, so how was your day?" He asked. I told them about my day and how odd Sam was, but I couldn't help but blush when I mentioned Paul. I finished my story and Momma started giggling.
"Billy," She said, "I believe our daughter has a crush."
I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion, "What's a crush?"
Momma sighed and said, "A crush is where you like a boy."
"I don't get it," I said, "Daddy's a boy, and I like him."
"Yes he is, but you really like this Paul, more than just like," She looked like she didn't have anywhere else to put it.
"Oh," I said and my eyes widened, and I blushed furiously.
"So that's who Paul is!" Becca exclaimed, "He sat so close to you at lunch, it was weird."
"Yeah, who was that girl you were sitting next to?" I asked, remembering the curly haired girl that Becca would not quit talking to.
"Her name is Sophie, she is my best friend," Becca smiled, and I felt hurt.
"I thought I was your best friend," I said quietly.
"Oh you are," Becca reassured me, "But you're my sister, and she's a new person, I can have two best friends, can't I?"
"I guess," I mumbled. After dinner, I went in the living room, and started practicing on the piano. I wish I could learn more complicated things.
After trying to play "Chopsticks", and failing, I put my head in my hands.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Momma asked and rubbed my back.
"I want to get better than I am, everything I play is boring."
"You'll get better the more you practice and the older you get." Momma said. I sighed and started practicing on something easier.
After about thirty minutes, Momma clapped her hands together, "Bedtime!" I groaned, but stood up and walked to my bedroom. I dressed into my pajamas, and crawled in bed. Momma and Daddy came in and tucked me in.
"Sweet dreams," Daddy said, kissed my forehead and left my room. I hated that saying because it always bad dreams, but tonight would be a good one because I knew who I would dream about.
Paul.
How was that? The next chapter, she will be in either fourth or fifth grade so don't worry about her being in kindergarten forever, her years go by really fast, but slow down when she turns into a teenager. Please Review!