Sadness

Kindergarten - around 4 years

Hi, My name is Vicky and this story will be about my life.. maybe it won't be interesting for you, but anyways, enjoy!

I woke up, as every morning, with my dad saying his usual "Wakey, wakey, love." I hated waking up, but his voice was so cheering. I secretly liked it. But my sister totally hated waking up.

She is two and a half years older than me, even tho her acting didn't make sense for it. Heh. Kinda funny.

I hated mornings tho. I had long curly hair and couldn't braid it myself. My father was horrible at it. It hurt so badly, I always ended up crying. After that, I dressed up, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then we went outside our house.

We lived in a big house. The house itself had three floors, but we lived in the two floors up. Aunt and Uncle were living under us. It had light orange color from what I remember and a big garden. Really big one.

Every morning, our grandpa was waiting in front of the house and driving us to the kindergarten. He had blue old car, but we loved it. We didn't live in town. We were from a village nearby, so it was better than walking.

I hated the kindergarten tho.. I always cried there. The teachers were mean to me and the kids even worse. Plus, it was boring as hell. Except for one kid, let's call him Mat. I was always playing with him. I loved it. It was the only fun I had there.

My sister was in another room, but the same building. We sometimes saw each other outside, but not much. Plus, we hated each other a bit. I don't even know why, it was probably something stupid.