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you. I'll try to have a few a week, but I'm really busy with a show that
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Two Roads Diverged
Chapter 2: First Impressions
~*Boston: 5 Years Later*~
"Emma!" Lizzie called down the hall. "Hurry up sweetie! We're going to be late!"
"I'm coming!" a little voice returned. The voice was followed by the sound of rushed footsteps, hurrying down the hall.
Lizzie looked up from her coffee to see a petite 5 year old, blonde hair braided into pigtails, hazel eyes sparkling, modeling a ballerina tutu. "Em! What happened to the outfit I picked out for you?" Lizzie asked pleadingly.
"I didn't like it." Emma replied. "This is much prettier."
"Emma, this is your first day of kindergarten, not dance class." Lizzie informed her. "Don't you want to dress like all the other kids?"
"No." Emma retorted. "I want to go back to Nana and Granpa Sam's." she pouted. "Sweetie, we live here now." Lizzie explained. "We couldn't stay with Nana and Granpa forever. Aren't you excited that Mommy has a great new job?"
"I miss them." Emma cried, her lip quivering. "Even Uncle Matt."
"Well, I miss them too pumpkin, but we'll see them soon!" Lizzie tried to comfort her. "They're all going to come here for Thanksgiving! So we need to get our apartment all ready, and I need to work, and you need to go to school!"
"Do I have to?" Emma asked.
"Yes." Lizzie answered. "You have to go and learn all kinds of fun things, so you can show everyone how smart you are when they come and visit."
"Ok." Emma replied, reluctantly. "Can I wear my tutu?"
"Maybe for Halloween." Lizzie remarked. "But for now, let's stick to normal clothes, ok?"
"Ok." Emma agreed. "I'll go change."
"That's my girl." Lizzie smiled.
She watched as Emma went back to her room. A few minutes later, she reappeared, this time in a denim skirt and a peasant blouse.
"Now that's better!" Lizzie exclaimed. "You look so pretty! I better take a picture to send to everyone back in Hilldridge!" Lizzie grabbed her camera and took a few shots of Emma posing with her backpack and new school supplies. "You ready to go?" she asked when she was done.
"I guess so." Replied Emma.
"Ok, we're off to kindergarten then!" Lizzie declared. She grabbed Emma by the hand, and they headed off to school.
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~*Meanwhile*~
"Dad, why don't you let me do it?" Lucy Gordon asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice at her father, who was trying unsuccessfully to do her hair.
"Sorry Luce." Gordo replied. "What can I say? I'm a beauty school dropout."
"Dad, you never went to beauty school." Lucy remarked.
"Oh! That explains why I'm so terrible at doing your hair." He joked.
Lucy rolled her chocolate brown eyes and shook her head. Gordo laughed. He reached onto her dresser and handed her a headband that matched her purple dress. "Here. Why don't you use this wrappie thingy." He suggested.
"It's a headband Dad." Lucy explained. "And I wanted to wear my hair up - it's a special occasion."
"Oh it is huh?" he asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "It's my first day of real school!"
"You went to school last year though." He pointed out.
"That was preschool. Preschool is for babies." Lucy remarked. "Kindergarteners are much more mature. And we get to go to school for the whole day!"
Gordo laughed at his precocious 5 year old. "Well, personally, I think you should wear it down." He suggested. "You have got great hair."
Lucy ran a brush through her deep brown, curly hair. It was exactly like Gordo's, except it fell halfway down her back. "You're just saying that cuz it's exactly like yours."
"Well, what can I say? I've got great hair too." He joked. "Maybe I should wear the headband!" he said, placing it over his head. "What do you think?"
Lucy laughed. "It doesn't match your tie." She remarked.
"I was thinking that too." He kidded. He removed the headband, and looked down at his watch. "Well kiddo, run a brush through your hair and your teeth, because we have to go."
"Ok." Replied Lucy.
"I'll be downstairs. 5 minutes, ok?" Gordo told her.
"Sure Daddy." Lucy replied, finishing her hair.
"So, are you nervous?" Gordo asked, as he navigated the streets of Boston in his Volvo. He glanced over at his daughter.
"A little." She admitted. "Do you think I'll make friends?"
"Of course!" he told her. "Everyone will love you. Plus, I bet a few kids from your preschool class will be there."
"I hope so." Lucy replied.
They reached a large brick building with lots of kids walking across the lawn.
"Here we are." Gordo announced. "You ready?"
"I guess so." Replied Lucy.
Gordo parked the car, and took Lucy by the hand. They went into the building, found her classroom, and went in.
"Ok Luce." Gordo said. "This is it. I know you are going to have a great time and make lots of friends. You have fun, ok?"
Lucy nodded her head.
"Well, I have to go to work now." Gordo told her. "Amy will pick you up after school, and I will see you when I get home."
She nodded her head again.
"I love you Lucy." He told her, giving her a hug and a kiss. "See you later pal."
"Bye Daddy." Lucy called, as Gordo left the classroom.
Lucy looked around at the children in the classroom. She recognized a few from her preschool, but none that she knew really well. She went over to the tables and sat down. She'd only been there 2 minutes and already she missed her Dad. This was not going to be very fun.
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Lizzie entered the elementary school and located Emma's classroom. She led Emma in, and started to say goodbye.
"This looks like a really fun place!" Lizzie remarked enthusiastically. "I think you'll like it!"
Emma feigned a smile.
"Look, I know you're in a new place, and you don't know anyone, but you'll be ok sweetie." Lizzie told her. "You'll make friends easily!"
"I hope you're right." Emma remarked.
"I'm the mom." Lizzie joked. "I'm always right."
Emma laughed.
"Ok, so I will see you at 3:00, right after school. Chin up, right?" Lizzie told her.
"Right." Emma smiled. "Love you Mommy."
"Love you more." Lizzie smiled. "Bye sweetie."
Emma watched as her mother left. She looked around. She liked the classroom, and her teacher seemed nice. Now all she had to do was make some friends, like her mom had said. The only problem was, everyone already seemed to have friends. They were all in groups, and she was all by herself. She headed over to the table area, when she spotted a little girl sitting there already. She was pretty. She had on a purple dress, and her hair was long and curly. She was all by herself too.
"Perfect!" Emma thought. "She must need a friend, just like I do!"
Emma proceeded over to the tables, and introduced herself. "Hi." She greeted. "I'm Emma."
Lucy looked up at the little girl who was talking to her. She had blonde pigtails, and a bright smile. She seemed nice.
"I'm Lucy." Replied Lucy.
"Hi Lucy." Emma remarked. "Wanna be friends?"
Lucy smiled at the bold little girl. "Sure!" she agreed.
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TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Two Roads Diverged
Chapter 2: First Impressions
~*Boston: 5 Years Later*~
"Emma!" Lizzie called down the hall. "Hurry up sweetie! We're going to be late!"
"I'm coming!" a little voice returned. The voice was followed by the sound of rushed footsteps, hurrying down the hall.
Lizzie looked up from her coffee to see a petite 5 year old, blonde hair braided into pigtails, hazel eyes sparkling, modeling a ballerina tutu. "Em! What happened to the outfit I picked out for you?" Lizzie asked pleadingly.
"I didn't like it." Emma replied. "This is much prettier."
"Emma, this is your first day of kindergarten, not dance class." Lizzie informed her. "Don't you want to dress like all the other kids?"
"No." Emma retorted. "I want to go back to Nana and Granpa Sam's." she pouted. "Sweetie, we live here now." Lizzie explained. "We couldn't stay with Nana and Granpa forever. Aren't you excited that Mommy has a great new job?"
"I miss them." Emma cried, her lip quivering. "Even Uncle Matt."
"Well, I miss them too pumpkin, but we'll see them soon!" Lizzie tried to comfort her. "They're all going to come here for Thanksgiving! So we need to get our apartment all ready, and I need to work, and you need to go to school!"
"Do I have to?" Emma asked.
"Yes." Lizzie answered. "You have to go and learn all kinds of fun things, so you can show everyone how smart you are when they come and visit."
"Ok." Emma replied, reluctantly. "Can I wear my tutu?"
"Maybe for Halloween." Lizzie remarked. "But for now, let's stick to normal clothes, ok?"
"Ok." Emma agreed. "I'll go change."
"That's my girl." Lizzie smiled.
She watched as Emma went back to her room. A few minutes later, she reappeared, this time in a denim skirt and a peasant blouse.
"Now that's better!" Lizzie exclaimed. "You look so pretty! I better take a picture to send to everyone back in Hilldridge!" Lizzie grabbed her camera and took a few shots of Emma posing with her backpack and new school supplies. "You ready to go?" she asked when she was done.
"I guess so." Replied Emma.
"Ok, we're off to kindergarten then!" Lizzie declared. She grabbed Emma by the hand, and they headed off to school.
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~*Meanwhile*~
"Dad, why don't you let me do it?" Lucy Gordon asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice at her father, who was trying unsuccessfully to do her hair.
"Sorry Luce." Gordo replied. "What can I say? I'm a beauty school dropout."
"Dad, you never went to beauty school." Lucy remarked.
"Oh! That explains why I'm so terrible at doing your hair." He joked.
Lucy rolled her chocolate brown eyes and shook her head. Gordo laughed. He reached onto her dresser and handed her a headband that matched her purple dress. "Here. Why don't you use this wrappie thingy." He suggested.
"It's a headband Dad." Lucy explained. "And I wanted to wear my hair up - it's a special occasion."
"Oh it is huh?" he asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "It's my first day of real school!"
"You went to school last year though." He pointed out.
"That was preschool. Preschool is for babies." Lucy remarked. "Kindergarteners are much more mature. And we get to go to school for the whole day!"
Gordo laughed at his precocious 5 year old. "Well, personally, I think you should wear it down." He suggested. "You have got great hair."
Lucy ran a brush through her deep brown, curly hair. It was exactly like Gordo's, except it fell halfway down her back. "You're just saying that cuz it's exactly like yours."
"Well, what can I say? I've got great hair too." He joked. "Maybe I should wear the headband!" he said, placing it over his head. "What do you think?"
Lucy laughed. "It doesn't match your tie." She remarked.
"I was thinking that too." He kidded. He removed the headband, and looked down at his watch. "Well kiddo, run a brush through your hair and your teeth, because we have to go."
"Ok." Replied Lucy.
"I'll be downstairs. 5 minutes, ok?" Gordo told her.
"Sure Daddy." Lucy replied, finishing her hair.
"So, are you nervous?" Gordo asked, as he navigated the streets of Boston in his Volvo. He glanced over at his daughter.
"A little." She admitted. "Do you think I'll make friends?"
"Of course!" he told her. "Everyone will love you. Plus, I bet a few kids from your preschool class will be there."
"I hope so." Lucy replied.
They reached a large brick building with lots of kids walking across the lawn.
"Here we are." Gordo announced. "You ready?"
"I guess so." Replied Lucy.
Gordo parked the car, and took Lucy by the hand. They went into the building, found her classroom, and went in.
"Ok Luce." Gordo said. "This is it. I know you are going to have a great time and make lots of friends. You have fun, ok?"
Lucy nodded her head.
"Well, I have to go to work now." Gordo told her. "Amy will pick you up after school, and I will see you when I get home."
She nodded her head again.
"I love you Lucy." He told her, giving her a hug and a kiss. "See you later pal."
"Bye Daddy." Lucy called, as Gordo left the classroom.
Lucy looked around at the children in the classroom. She recognized a few from her preschool, but none that she knew really well. She went over to the tables and sat down. She'd only been there 2 minutes and already she missed her Dad. This was not going to be very fun.
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Lizzie entered the elementary school and located Emma's classroom. She led Emma in, and started to say goodbye.
"This looks like a really fun place!" Lizzie remarked enthusiastically. "I think you'll like it!"
Emma feigned a smile.
"Look, I know you're in a new place, and you don't know anyone, but you'll be ok sweetie." Lizzie told her. "You'll make friends easily!"
"I hope you're right." Emma remarked.
"I'm the mom." Lizzie joked. "I'm always right."
Emma laughed.
"Ok, so I will see you at 3:00, right after school. Chin up, right?" Lizzie told her.
"Right." Emma smiled. "Love you Mommy."
"Love you more." Lizzie smiled. "Bye sweetie."
Emma watched as her mother left. She looked around. She liked the classroom, and her teacher seemed nice. Now all she had to do was make some friends, like her mom had said. The only problem was, everyone already seemed to have friends. They were all in groups, and she was all by herself. She headed over to the table area, when she spotted a little girl sitting there already. She was pretty. She had on a purple dress, and her hair was long and curly. She was all by herself too.
"Perfect!" Emma thought. "She must need a friend, just like I do!"
Emma proceeded over to the tables, and introduced herself. "Hi." She greeted. "I'm Emma."
Lucy looked up at the little girl who was talking to her. She had blonde pigtails, and a bright smile. She seemed nice.
"I'm Lucy." Replied Lucy.
"Hi Lucy." Emma remarked. "Wanna be friends?"
Lucy smiled at the bold little girl. "Sure!" she agreed.
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TBC!
Review!