School Daze
"I'm sorry, Mrs. MacManus, but th'boys need t'be in separate classrooms," Father McVey said and Annabelle sighed. Six-year-old Connor and Murphy walked side-by-side while they headed down the hallway and Murphy adjusted the straps of the backpack on his back.
"I understand, but they've never been apart a day in their lives," Annabelle explained.
"Which is why th'school councilor thought, for their emotional an' social development, it would be best for them t'be in separate classrooms."
"I hope you're ready fer what comes next. Those two can be stubborn as mules when they put their minds t'summat."
They stopped in front of the doors which led to the classrooms assigned to Murphy and Connor and the twins turned to look at her.
"Right," Annabelle said as she knelt down and she looked her sons in the eyes. "Connor, yer classroom is over here and, Murphy, yer classroom is right across th'hall."
The twins looked from one doorway to the other when they locked eyes and she wondered what they were saying. She knew they "talked" this way from time to time and she stood up, waiting for Murphy to breakdown and cry.
"See you at lunch, Connor," Murphy said when he walked to the doorway to his classroom and he smiled at his new teacher. "Hello, Sister. I'm Murphy MacManus."
"Good morning, Murphy. I'm Sister Mary Helen."
Sister Mary Helen led Murphy into the classroom and Annabelle frowned.
"What…? What jus' happened?" Annabelle said and Connor snorted a laugh.
"Ma…," Connor said with a small eyeroll. "We heard you talkin' on th'phone. Murphy didn't like th'idea at first, but, once I explained I was gonna be jus' across th'hall, he was fine."
"An' you're alright with him being across th'hall?"
"Aye," he said with a nod. She hugged him as he kissed her cheek, moved back and he walked to his new teacher. "Hello, Sister. I'm Connor MacManus."
"Hello, Connor. I am Sister Mary Carol," she said then led him into the classroom.
"Well… That went well," Father MacVey said and Annabelle nodded. They headed down the hallway when she heard Murphy calling out to her and she turned. Murphy ran to her as she knelt down and she held her son. He wasn't shaking or crying as he hugged her and she kissed the side of his head.
"What's wrong?" she whispered.
"Nothin'. Jus' fergot t'kiss you goodbye," Murphy whispered as he moved back, gave her a wave then she stood up after he went back into the classroom. Smiling, she walked down the hallway and she lightly shook her head.