.:FLASHBACK:.
"Mommy, I don't wanna go to Kindergarten!" I whined. I stamped my foot on the cold hard wood floors and pouted. Ryan was up early, pushing past the fear evident in his facial expression. While I was fighting for my way, he was picking an outfit for his first day.
"You'll love it better than Preschool, I promise."
"But I don't WANNA go!"
"It's gonna be fun," Ryan said. "Probably."
Mommy picked me up and carried me into the room. "This may seem like a longer day to you guys, so don't forget, I will come back later to pick you up, okay?" Ryan nodded.
"Bye." He said. "S'arpay, hurry up!"
"I don't wanna go." I repeated as if nobody had heard me the first time. Mrs. Erickson had jut finished talking to another student and their parents, and headed over to us. She waved at us.
"You must be…" she glanced down at her clipboard. "Ryan and Sharpay!" Ryan nodded.
"I don't wanna go to Kindergarten," I told her. Mommy's eyes got wide and she quickly covered up what I had just said.
"Oh…I'm so sorry about that. It's just that I think that somebody is just a little n-e-r-v-o-u-s about their first day." She had spelled out the word 'nervous' so I couldn't understand.
I frowned as Mrs. Erickson smiled at me. "Don't worry, Sharpay. We're all going to have a great day today."
I climbed down and walked over to Ryan. Mommy and Mrs. Erickson kept talking after that for a few more minutes, and then Mommy said that she needed to get going, and that she loved us very much. I was fine until ten minutes after she left. Then I began crying hysterically and Ryan had to put his arm around my shoulders. I did NOT want to be there. Why couldn't I go back to Rachel?
Little did I know that another classmate of mine was staring at me. He was wearing an adorable little basketball jersey, and he was standing next to another boy with big hair.
Mrs. Erickson led them to the playground outside that had a basketball hoop. "Come on guys. Let's play some basketball, Troy and Chad."
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
Kindergarten was another story. You know how easy a life in Preschool is? Yeah. When we moved up to the big school, the Elementary School, Ryan and I were more than a little nervous. We were freaked. What if Stephen and Rachel weren't going to the same school? The answer to that was no, and so we were basically devastated. Then what would we do? But those were petty problems. One huge problem was right out the door, and I do mean that literally.
About a month into Kindergarten, just as Ryan was settling as a friend to Troy and Chad, and I was making friends with a girl named Taylor McKessie, we were randomly getting ready for school, and there was a knock on the front door. Our mom went to get it.
.:FLASHBACK:.
"Did you really think that you could kick me out of the house, Paris? Yeah? Well you're a stupid son of a—"
"PLEASE, DAVID! THE KIDS ARE UPSTAIRS!" Mommy cut him off before he could finish. They were fighting. Who was David? They kept on yelling and yelling and screaming.
Meanwhile, Ryan and I were sitting on our bed, listening in to the argument. You could say we were scared crapless. His hand was clinging onto mine like a magnet.
"I'm scared, S'arpay," he stated. "What's happening to Mommy?"
"I…don't know…" I answered. "Ryan?"
"Huh?"
"Don't leave me."
"I won't."
I hesitated. "Pinkie swear?" He managed a small smile.
"Pinkie swear." We linked pinkies and shook on it.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
I have no idea what happened after that, because Ryan and I woke up in the hospital later that day. I found out two things about the mysterious David. Number one, he was the father that had walked out on our family when we were a year old. And sadly, number two, he was violent and abusive. Dangerous. What if he came back?
OOOH. A cliffhanger. Sort of. Review! o.O
