Finally some energy to write
And after seeing what Ree has come up with, I believe I need to balance the scales of fluff and angst. ^-^
Title: It Hurts the First Time
Author: Seniumboy
Theme: First Day of School
Genre: General
Version: Pre-Series
Rating: G
Words: 429
Ami wanted to cry.
Some of the other little boys and girls around her cried a little too as they clung to a mother’s skirt or a father’s pant leg. Not a lot of them were crying, but enough for her to realize something was wrong with what the parents were doing. Other children looked like they were either holding in tears, which Ami thought was bad for children like herself to do. A couple looked as if they were just waiting for the grownups to leave so they could pick on the kids that were crying. Ami swore she even saw one parent telling their son something about his classmates with the word sissy included in the sentence.From the way she heard the parent say that word, she knew it had to mean something bad.
She couldn’t cry. If she did, she would attract the attention of bullies in her first kindergarten class. Still, she wished her mom was with her like the moms of the other girls.
At her age she was already smart enough to add and subtract numbers. She knew a little about multiplication (one times anything is anything, ten times anything is anything with a zero, and a hundred times anything is anything with two zeros), but there was still a lot she didn’t understand. She had hoped her mother would home-school her, but the idea was quickly crushed when she was reminded about how busy her mom was with other children at the hospital.
You can’t have me all to yourself.
The words stuck with Ami now, as she sat by herself on a dirty wooden bench, watching other kids. A few of them looked like they had friends already. For all she had learned so far, Ami had no idea how to approach another kid. Her first day of school was also the first day of meeting kids her own age, and being left alone with them. She was scared.
Swinging her legs a little, she thought to smooth out her little blue and yellow outfit, noticing how not all the girls were wearing skirts like she was. Don’t all girls were skirts, she asked herself. Not knowing the answer to her own question made her even more uncomfortable with where she was.
She thought about going to the designated playground, trying out the swings, slide, or finding out why there was a huge dome cage that her classmates could go in and out of. The chance do to any of those things left her when she heard an awful sounding buzzer go off above her. Parents started to pull away from their kids, a couple turning off camcorders and cameras. The grownups were leaving them, and Ami became even more afraid.
Title: It Hurts the First Time
Author: Seniumboy
Theme: First Day of School
Genre: General
Version: Pre-Series
Rating: G
Words: 429
Ami wanted to cry.
Some of the other little boys and girls around her cried a little too as they clung to a mother’s skirt or a father’s pant leg. Not a lot of them were crying, but enough for her to realize something was wrong with what the parents were doing. Other children looked like they were either holding in tears, which Ami thought was bad for children like herself to do. A couple looked as if they were just waiting for the grownups to leave so they could pick on the kids that were crying. Ami swore she even saw one parent telling their son something about his classmates with the word sissy included in the sentence.From the way she heard the parent say that word, she knew it had to mean something bad.
She couldn’t cry. If she did, she would attract the attention of bullies in her first kindergarten class. Still, she wished her mom was with her like the moms of the other girls.
At her age she was already smart enough to add and subtract numbers. She knew a little about multiplication (one times anything is anything, ten times anything is anything with a zero, and a hundred times anything is anything with two zeros), but there was still a lot she didn’t understand. She had hoped her mother would home-school her, but the idea was quickly crushed when she was reminded about how busy her mom was with other children at the hospital.
You can’t have me all to yourself.
The words stuck with Ami now, as she sat by herself on a dirty wooden bench, watching other kids. A few of them looked like they had friends already. For all she had learned so far, Ami had no idea how to approach another kid. Her first day of school was also the first day of meeting kids her own age, and being left alone with them. She was scared.
Swinging her legs a little, she thought to smooth out her little blue and yellow outfit, noticing how not all the girls were wearing skirts like she was. Don’t all girls were skirts, she asked herself. Not knowing the answer to her own question made her even more uncomfortable with where she was.
She thought about going to the designated playground, trying out the swings, slide, or finding out why there was a huge dome cage that her classmates could go in and out of. The chance do to any of those things left her when she heard an awful sounding buzzer go off above her. Parents started to pull away from their kids, a couple turning off camcorders and cameras. The grownups were leaving them, and Ami became even more afraid.