Young and in School

This one was prompted by bluedog197, so enjoy! Just a little note: yes, I know Yumi is a year above Ulrich, but not in this particular prompt! (:

"First day of school, Yumi!" Mrs. Ishiyama said to her kindergarten daughter. "Are you excited?"

"No!" The young Japanese girl shook her head. "I wanna stay home! With you and Daddy and Hiroki!"

"Nonsense, you'll have fun at school." Mrs. Ishiyama ruffled Yumi's hair. Before she could say anything else, Mrs. Ishiyama heard Hiroki crying through the baby monitor. "Daddy is giving you a ride, sweetie."

Yumi sighed and began attempting to tie her black sneakers. When she failed, her father came and kneeled down in front of her to help.

"It's not fair! Why can't I tie my shoes?"

"Don't worry; you'll get it one day." Mr. Ishiyama smiled at his young daughter.

"No I won't." Yumi pouted.

"With that attitude you won't." Mr. Ishiyama handed his daughter her new grey and black backpack. He didn't understand why she liked dark colors while most girls her age liked pink, but he figured she was just trying to be difficult and different. "Let's head out."

"I don't wanna." Yumi turned her back away from her father.

"Yumi, we have to go." He could feel his frustration growing.

"All the kids are going to tease me!"

"No they're not. Why do you say that?"

"Because they do at the park!"

"What are you talking about?"

"They're going to make fun of me!"

"Yumi, stop being difficult. You're going to be late for school and I'm going to be late for work if we don't leave."

"I can't go. I'm sick." Yumi huffed and let out a fake cough.

A frustrated Mr. Ishiyama picked his daughter up, went to the car, opened the back car door, put Yumi in her seat, buckled her up, closed the door, and went to the driver's side and started the car up.

"This isn't fair! I'm sick! I'm going to throw up!"

"You're nervous, not sick, sweetie."

"Nah ah! I'm sick! See?" Yumi fake coughed again.

"They'll send you home if you have a fever." Mr Ishiyama pulled the car over in front of a school, where a group of children who were about Yumi's age were gathered. "Have a good day, sweetie."

"I won't." Yumi slammed the car door shut. As she walked toward the group of about 20 kids, she could feel her nerves growing inside of her.

When she reached the group, a blonde boy wearing an entirely purple outfit accidently bumped into her.

"Watch it!" Yumi glared at him.

"It wasn't my fault! It was Ulrich's!" He pointed to a boy in a green outfit.

"Then both of you watch it!" Yumi crossed her arms.

"Tattletale." Ulrich mumbled.

Odd ignored Ulrich and pointed at Yumi's outfit. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Yumi defensively replied.

"I'm not wearing all black." Odd weakly argued back. "And purple is a much cooler color than black."

"Shut up." Yumi harshly said.

"I'm telling the teacher that you told me to shut up!" Odd yelled and raced off.

"Don't listen to him." Ulrich said. "Black is a lot better than green."

"I guess." Yumi shrugged.

"Okay class; let's start with some basic shapes." Mrs. Williamson drew a circle, a heart, and a square on the board.

"Who can tell me what this one is? Aelita?"

"Circle!" The girl beamed.

"Can you tell me what's circular, Aelita?"

"A ring!"

"Good job! Gold star sticker for you!" The teacher smiled and placed a sticker on her desk for the girl to put on. "How about this one, class?" The teacher pointed to the heart. "Jeremie?"

"I presume it is a heart, although that is not what our heart actually looks like. It is actually—"

"Gold star sticker for Jeremie!" The teacher quickly interrupted him, not wanting him to confuse the class. Why isn't he in a different grade? She thought to herself. She pointed to the next shape. "Odd?"

"It's a rectangle, duh." Odd answered.

"Close, but that's not it. Anyone else? How about Yumi?"

"It's a square." Yumi said.

"Good job, Yumi!" The teacher handed her a gold star.

"Rectangle." Odd mumbled under his breath. Ulrich elbowed him.

At lunch, Yumi decided to sit alone. She opened her checkered red and black lunch box and pulled out her sandwich. Just as she had started eating, she heard someone slide into the seat across from her.

"Hello, Yumi." Ulrich smiled at her as he pulled his sandwich out.

"What, are you following me around now?" Yumi rolled her eyes.

"If you want me to." Ulrich flashed a smile at her.

"No thank you." Yumi scowled and took another bite of her sandwich.

"Can we be friends?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't have any friends."

"Well, you should. Friends are really great. I have tons of them!"

"Good for you."

"I can be your first friend, if you want."

"How do you become friends with someone?"

"You can start by giving me your gold star." Ulrich shrugged.

"Take it." Yumi reached into her pocket and took it out. She thought it was too show off-y, anyway. "What do you give me?"

Ulrich peaked inside of his lunch box. "Here." He handed the Japanese girl his bag of cookies.

"What kind are they?" Yumi sniffed one.

"I don't know." Ulrich shrugged. "They're cookies, does it matter?"

"I guess not." Yumi smiled.

"I got you to smile! That's another thing friends do!"

"Friends sound kinda nice." Yumi smiled again.

"You should smile more. It looks good on your face."

"Do you want to play together at recess?" Yumi offered

"Yeah!" The smiled once more at each other and continued eating their lunch together.

Heh. That was SO much fun!

So, I know I vanished for awhile, but I'm here now! This story is pretty easy to update since it's oneshots, but I wanted to come up with an updating schedule, so you can expect one of these every Friday! (:

Thanks for reading and don't be afraid to leave a review or prompt!