"honey it won't be so bad, it's only kindergarten!" said a red haired women in a police uniform as she practically dragged her son to the door.
"no!" he screamed running from his mom partially tripping on his jeans.
"Duncan, it would be easier for the both of us if you would stop running back to the car and just COME!" she said trying to pick up the screaming five year old.
Another car drove up, and a tall brown haired woman came out and opened the door helping two little girls out one taller then the other.
"now Courtney, keelee I want you to be good." The woman said.
"okay mommy!" the smaller one said.
"pfft! Whatever! Can we go now, I hate school!" said the taller one.
"no Keelee, we can't now c'mon." she said passing the police officer who had manged to hold down her son by grabbing his paint splattered black shirt. So his feet just slid on the slightly wet pavement.
"hey running goin no where kid, I already tried running last year, believe me it doesn't work." Keelee said batting her blond hair out of her eyes. (A/N: I know I said she has blue hair on my profile but in this she's like six so she's a blond in this)
he took her advise and stopped running, so his mom could pick him up.
"I'm still not gonna like this!" he said squirming.
"I don't care duncan, your going." She said opening the door to the office.
"hello, I'm Crista, duncan's mom, you talked on the phone with my husband, right?" she said placing Duncan on the floor he ran for a couch and sat picking up a magazine.
"mommy, I gotta have my coat! So gimme the keys and let me go get it!" the brown haired little girl said messing with her denim jumper and white under shirt.
"hey princess, your jacket is around your waist." Duncan said pointing at her.
She looked down. "oh, so it is, thank you, also here's a tip, don't call me princess EVER!" she said as the door opened and a black haired girl in a red T-shirt that said queen bee waled in.
"Hovis, take my poodle bag and make the secrisary walk me to my class, NOW!"
"yes heather." He said.