Holly Nicholas

School

     School was a horrid place for me as a girl. Very horrible. I really truly despised my mother for making me go, but I had to.
     The first day of kindergarten, my mom made me wear a really long blue dress and put a little braid in my hair, then curled the rest. I hated it. So, being the little monster I was, ripped the dress and cut the braid out.
     Bad idea.
     My mom had to cut the rest of my hair equally short. I hated it. But she still made me go.
When we got there, I was actually exited. The classroom had several tables in the center, book shelves in two walls, and children running around playing with toys. The teacher came over and invited me to sit and draw or play with the other kids. I looked around and decided to sit and play with a toy bunny along with another girl.
I smiled up at my mom, who smiles back and waved. She exchanged words with my teacher and left.
"No!" I smiled and ran after her. I pulled her inside and told her to sit by me.
"Honey, I have work and I need to take care of your sister," she smiled, hugged me, then left.
I frowned, then went and sat at a table. I picked up a crayon box and a paper and started drawing. When I finished I smiled and put it in my backpack.

I was the last one to be picked up. My mom walked in and looked over my shoulder at the current picture I was drawing.
"Oh Holly, that's beautiful," she smiled. "Who are they?" She smiled at me.
I pointed at the beautiful woman, the pretty girl, and the man.
"You, me, and daddy!" I smiled.
"So who's this?" She pointed a finger at a little blob with an ugly face.
I made a disgusted face and scrunched my nose. "Oh, that's Jennifire."
     "Oh... Um..." My mom said, picking up the paper. I'll keep this, now what do you say to your teacher?" She asked.
     "Thank you Miss," I bowed, and skipped out of the room. My backpack was full of pictures like the one my mom had in her hands, and I decided that I could give them to Jennifire every year to remind her how horrible she is. I laughed.
     That's pretty much how school was every year until I was eight, and I stopped giving Jennifire those pictures when I ran out (last year). Obviously it was more of a joke and not really meant to remind her how horrible she was. Well, is...