Hey people, I'm really sorry that's it's been so long since I updated this,
my computer was in the shop and I had no substitute. And please forgive me
if I missed an 'a' or 's' her or there, cuz those keys on my keyboard are
still acting up.
Thanks,
~egbkid
~
Even though it was only a ten-minute walk to the school, they decided to drive because it was raining. When they arrived, there were people everywhere, and she started getting nervous again. It took him almost ten minutes to get her out of the car, luckily they had left early just in case. Walking towards the door of the school, she dragged her feet, stopped to tie her shoe, adjust her book bag and make sure her lunch was still there. Finally, just before they got to the door she saw a little boy crying, his mother trying to calm him down. She looked at him and thought about what she was doing, and went over to the boy. She put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her.
"Don't worry, it will be ok." She said, "My daddy says our teacher is nice." The boy smiled at her through his tears.
"My daddy told me to be tough, but it's hard." He whispered.
"I know, let's be tough together!" she yelled, taking his hand, she pulled him towards the door, forgetting about her own fear. Her father and his mother followed the children. Together, the four of them looked for the kindergarten classroom through the mass of children and adults in the hall.
When they found the classroom, their teacher was outside, ready to greet all the students. When she saw the teacher, she let go of the boy's hand and grabbed her father's, he moved closer to his mother, even more scared than before. Suddenly, she got a burst of courage and marched up to the teacher.
"Are you my teacher?" she asked boldly. It was then that he realized he shouldn't have let her wear the black ensemble that day; she looked like she had come from a biker gang.
"Yes, I am, my name is Mrs. Kirwan, what is yours?" she asked, smiling.
"I'm McKenzie Cale, and I ain't afraid, cuz I'm tough!" She shouted, and marched past her into the classroom. The teacher looked a little nervous, so he approached her.
"Uh, sorry about that, she can be a little exuberant at times." He said, "It's just that she was so nervous this morning, so when she got here and someone told her they were supposed to be tough, she took the idea and ran with it." The teacher smiled , but he could still see in her eyes that she thought his daughter might be a problem. "Is it alright if I go in and say goodbye?" he asked. She nodded, so he entered the classroom. He found her standing in the cloakroom trying to take her book bag off, so he went over to her.
"Baby, I'm glad you found the courage to come into the classroom, will you be ok if I leave now?"
"Yes, Daddy, cuz like I said, I'm tough!" she hung her book bag on the hook that had her name above it.
"I know you're tough, and I'm glad you are. I want you to behave and do what Mrs. Kirwan asks you to do, ok?"
"Yes, Daddy, and you'll be back at two o'clock, if you are not it will be…"
"Ok, I understand, I've told you it to many times," he laughed, "So, you ready to find your desk?"
"I can find it, I CAN read, you know. Go home, I'll be ok, cuz I'm…"
"I know, 'tough'. Ok. I'll go home, good luck my tough little girl," he kissed her on the forehead, "see you at two, and behave."
"Good bye, daddy." She said loudly, turning to walk away from him. He turned and left, telling the teacher good-bye as he went past. In a way he was sad that she did not him to stay, but then again, he was happy that she was so independent when she was only barely five.
Thanks,
~egbkid
~
Even though it was only a ten-minute walk to the school, they decided to drive because it was raining. When they arrived, there were people everywhere, and she started getting nervous again. It took him almost ten minutes to get her out of the car, luckily they had left early just in case. Walking towards the door of the school, she dragged her feet, stopped to tie her shoe, adjust her book bag and make sure her lunch was still there. Finally, just before they got to the door she saw a little boy crying, his mother trying to calm him down. She looked at him and thought about what she was doing, and went over to the boy. She put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her.
"Don't worry, it will be ok." She said, "My daddy says our teacher is nice." The boy smiled at her through his tears.
"My daddy told me to be tough, but it's hard." He whispered.
"I know, let's be tough together!" she yelled, taking his hand, she pulled him towards the door, forgetting about her own fear. Her father and his mother followed the children. Together, the four of them looked for the kindergarten classroom through the mass of children and adults in the hall.
When they found the classroom, their teacher was outside, ready to greet all the students. When she saw the teacher, she let go of the boy's hand and grabbed her father's, he moved closer to his mother, even more scared than before. Suddenly, she got a burst of courage and marched up to the teacher.
"Are you my teacher?" she asked boldly. It was then that he realized he shouldn't have let her wear the black ensemble that day; she looked like she had come from a biker gang.
"Yes, I am, my name is Mrs. Kirwan, what is yours?" she asked, smiling.
"I'm McKenzie Cale, and I ain't afraid, cuz I'm tough!" She shouted, and marched past her into the classroom. The teacher looked a little nervous, so he approached her.
"Uh, sorry about that, she can be a little exuberant at times." He said, "It's just that she was so nervous this morning, so when she got here and someone told her they were supposed to be tough, she took the idea and ran with it." The teacher smiled , but he could still see in her eyes that she thought his daughter might be a problem. "Is it alright if I go in and say goodbye?" he asked. She nodded, so he entered the classroom. He found her standing in the cloakroom trying to take her book bag off, so he went over to her.
"Baby, I'm glad you found the courage to come into the classroom, will you be ok if I leave now?"
"Yes, Daddy, cuz like I said, I'm tough!" she hung her book bag on the hook that had her name above it.
"I know you're tough, and I'm glad you are. I want you to behave and do what Mrs. Kirwan asks you to do, ok?"
"Yes, Daddy, and you'll be back at two o'clock, if you are not it will be…"
"Ok, I understand, I've told you it to many times," he laughed, "So, you ready to find your desk?"
"I can find it, I CAN read, you know. Go home, I'll be ok, cuz I'm…"
"I know, 'tough'. Ok. I'll go home, good luck my tough little girl," he kissed her on the forehead, "see you at two, and behave."
"Good bye, daddy." She said loudly, turning to walk away from him. He turned and left, telling the teacher good-bye as he went past. In a way he was sad that she did not him to stay, but then again, he was happy that she was so independent when she was only barely five.