First day of school

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Jax

After enrolling Elise in school, Abby rearranged her schedule to take Elise to school with me. Elise wore a pink backpack and a dress as I held her hand when we entered the classroom to many kids, their folks, and a teacher. Everyone stopped and stared at us. I creased my forehead.

The teacher greeted us. "I'm Mrs. DeShawn." She held out her hand to us.

Abby and I both shook her hand.

The teacher crouched in front of Elise. "You must be Elise."

"Yep." Elise nodded and smiled.

"Why don't I help you with your backpack and find your seat?" The teacher stood up and held out her hand.

Elise pulled her hand from mine, took the teacher's hand, and walked away.

Abby leaned into me. "Relax."

I turned to Abby. "How can I relax? It's our baby's first day of school. What if a kid is mean to her?"

"Not every kid is mean."

"You think highly of kids. Have you met their folks?"

"Jax."

"Abby, we're throwing our baby to the wolves."

"No, we're not. Look." Abby pointed.

I looked in the direction she pointed to see a little girl and boy approach Elise. What the fuck?

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Elise

The teacher showed me a seat. I pulled out the chair and sat down as a girl and boy walked up to me. They sat down at the table with me.

"I'm Ramona. Who are you?" The girl asked.

"I'm Elise," I said.

"I'm Rocky," the boy said.

"Hi," I said.

Rocky leaned into me. "Who's the scary man in the room?"

"Huh?" I scrunched my face, turned my head, and saw my mom and dad. I looked at Ramona and Rocky as they stared at me. "That's my dad. He's not scary."

"But he has drawings on his arms," Rocky said.

"Pft, so what? My dad has them," Ramona said.

"Really?" Rocky asked.

"Yep." Ramona nodded.

"Do the drawings hurt?" Rocky asked.

I shrugged. "Let's ask my dad."

We got out of our chairs and walked over to my mom and dad. I yanked on my dad's pant leg. He looked down at me. I wiggled my finger at him.

Dad crouched in front of me. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

I leaned into Dad. "Rocky and Ramona want to know if your drawings hurt."

"My drawings?"

I touched my dad's arm as he glanced at his arm. "Can you show them?"

"Do you want me to show Rocky and Ramona my drawings?"

"Yep."

"Okay." My dad rolled up his shirt sleeve to show his drawings.

"Hey! That guy has drawings!" Some boy yelled.

"Where?" Another boy said.

"On his arm."

"I want to see!" A girl said.

Oh, brother.

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Jax

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