Circle Daybreak Preschool- Chapter 2
I have to say, I am delighted with the feedback I have received so far. When I posted the first chapter, I had no idea people would take such a liking to it and actually COMMENT! Because I know I don't when someone asks me to. Though I have vowed that I will post a comment if I find something I absolutely love! Thanks again! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Gillian Lennox sat on the couch and watched her mother prepare to take her to preschool.
Gillian was small, with strange violet eyes, so she was scared to death of being teased or rejected by the other children.
"Ready, Jill?" Her mother asked, turning to her daughter with a warm smile.
Gillian didn't reply. She only stared as her mother came over to her and picked her up to drag her to preschool.
David Blackburn waited silently in the car as his mother struggled to weave the car through the thick traffic.
"We leave the house five minutes later than planned, and we get stuck in traffic." David heard his mother mutter bitterly to herself.
"Will t he other boys play catch with me?" David asked, pulling out of his thoughts.
"Of course. The other boys will be your friends in no time." His mother reassured them.
Before David could reply, his mother was pulling into the preschool parking lot.
Rashel Jordan was kicking furiously. "I. Don't Wanna. Go!" She yelled.
"Come on, Kitten! It won't be that bad!" That didn't mean it would be that good either.
Rashel's mother was prying her daughter's off of the preschool doorframe. Rashel had kicked and screamed all through the morning, not wanting to leave her mother.
Rashel took one last kick at her mother, trying to get her to release her hold on Rashel. I was no use.
"Rashel! You are going and you are going to like it!" It sounded like a threat.
Rashel's fingers finally gave way and she was being pulled into the to colorful building. Some of the other kids, on the other side of a thin glass wall, who had arrived earlier, fell silent as they watched Rashel's attempts to get away.
Rashel felt her cheeks burn and she reached up to take her mother's hand when she heard a faint high-pitched voice say, "Finally! Someone who fells like me!" (Poppy)
Rashel smiled. Maybe this wasn't going to be so terrible after all.
John Quinn stared at the brightly decorated building that was totally deceiving.
"Ready John?" His dad asked.
"No! That place is evil!" John replied.
"It's a preschool! You'll learn lots of new stuff and make some friends!" His father reasoned.
"Like what?" John inquired.
"Like… I don't know! It's been a long time since I've been in preschool."
Maybe you'll learn what we're going to be learning about, Quinn thought, smugly.
(A/N: Ahh Quinn. Already a smart-ass.)
"Lets go." His father opened the door to the building and ushered John in.
The first thing he saw was a bunch of kids separated from him by a thin piece of glass. Or maybe it was plexi-glass.
The second thing he saw was the expressions on some of the kids' faces. Clearly some of them did not wan to be there. Like the golden haired girl pulling furiously at her pigtails, ripping the hair ties out so her hair fell down a little past her shoulders. (Kestrel)
Or the dark haired boy clinging to the arm of what was obviously his sister, who was chatting with a chestnut haired girl. (Mark, Mary-Lynnette, and Rowan)
And the tiny blonde sitting, at a table muttering to a copper haired girl, who was listening with understanding emerald eyes.
This is going to be interesting, Quinn thought. And through the invisible barrier separating him from the others, he heard howls of laughter. (From all the telepaths who read his mind. [*Cough, cough* Ash.])
Hannah Snow got the weirdest sense of deja- vu when she walked trough the doors of the preschool, trying to keep her head high and ignoring the knot in her small stomach.
"That's my girl." Her mother patted her shoulder as Hannah walked up to the two transparent doors that lead her to the room with all the other kids. Hannah's mom opened the door for her and smiled encouragingly.
Hannah walked into the room and was greeted by a wave of quiet hello's and small smiles.
"Hi." A girl with straw blonde hair and warm brown eyes got up and went to Hannah. "I'm Thea! Who are you?"
Hannah smiled weakly at the girl. "I'm Hannah."
"Hi Hannah!" Thea held out her hand and Hannah took it. "I'll introduce you to who I know so far."
Thea rattled off a list of names and pointed to the person who bore them.
With so many people, there's bound to be someone who will like me, Hannah thought, and the knot in her stomach eased up a little as she was ushered over to a table consisting all girls.
(Because Thierry not being a Night Person totally freaks me out, lets just say he's a lamia. This is FanFiction after all.)
Thierry Descouedres walked into the preschool room and was instantly greeted by many Hey Thierry's.
As he walked over the table occupied by James, Ash, and another boys he didn't recognize, Thierry heard Blaise Harman whisper to a table of girls', "He's four and already a celebrity." The other girls giggled, even the one who already knew this.
"Girls." Ash muttered, following Thierry's line of sight. "Never will understand them."
"Never." James agreed, looking at the girl with copper hair.
"Mare's pretty easy to understand." A dark haired boy said quietly. "She's a tomboy."
"Yea, so is Kestrel." Ash nodded, earning a hair tie shot at the back of his ash blonde head.
You totally earned that. Kestrel thought to Ash.
He totally did. James agreed, looking at his cousin with a smug smile.
"Are we missing something?" A sandy haired boy asked.
"No. Mark, Eric, David, John, this is Thierry." James introduced the guys.
"Hello." Thierry said, pulling up a yellow chair.
"So when is preschool supposed to start?" Thierry asked.
"9:30." David replied.
Thierry glanced at the clock. 8:45.
This was going to be a long morning.