Beautiful Little Jay-Bird

Chapter 10- Going to School

Jaycee's P.O.V.

I picked up my bag. Looking at my dad, I could tell he didn't want me to go. His eyes just screamed it. But, I had to go. Sure, I was afraid, but I needed to learn to be less afraid.

Now, I was five. As time began to pass, I began to mature and age. My dad began to become a better, more stable parent. Slowly, I began to try to talk to other people. I was still very shy and quiet, but I could now talk to Uncle Jack easier.

Justin was jumping up and down. He LOVED school. Since it was my first day, I didn't know much about it, but I wouldn't need to. I would learn as I went.

Lacey was combing my hair, while my dad talked to me. "Jaycee, are you sure you want to go?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy. I want to go. Maybe I'll get better at talking to other people." His eyes showed sorrow, but he kept quiet. He just squeezed my hand. "Alright, sweety. If you want to, you can go. I just worry, I guess." He stood by me until I had to go. We would be going to school through Jack's well.

When my dad finally let go of my hand, a part of me felt sad. "Goodbye, Daddy! I love you!" I laughed as I began to walk away. A look of melancholy was placed on his face. "I... I love you, too."

Justin and I walked towards the well. "School is so fun, Jaycee! I'm in first grade, and you'll be in kindergarten. You get to meet people, do crafts, eat, play, and occasionally have to write things, like spell out your name or write a sentence like 'The quick fox jumped over the lazy hound.' I don't know why we have to write that, but you do." I nodded, not really listening. Sometimes, it felt like he never shut up.

When we got to the well, I stared down. I'd never really gone down it. Actually, I was almost never outside, so I never even saw it. "What? Someone a chicken? Are you afraid, Jaycee?" he teased. I grabbed his arm and squeezed it. It caused him pain, I could tell. A tear rolled down his cheek. "I don't like being teased." I didn't talk very much to him, so he looked at me in awe. "Okay... Let's just go to school."

He hopped down the well swiftly. I continued to stared down it. Nervously, I backed away a bit. What if I just fell through and cracked my neck? My dad would be crushed. Justin hopped back out. "Here, because you're so much of a baby, I'll help you." Justin lifted me up and hopped down the well, me screaming in protest the entire time. I never said he could do that! Was he out of his mind?

As we entered the outside, he placed me down. I was trying to calm my breathing, but it was hard. I wanted to scream at him as loud as I could, but I realized that he had actually helped me. I'd still be on the other side of the well if it weren't for him. I kept silent.

When we walked to the school, he kept humming the same annoying tune. I just wanted to snack him! I kept calm and collective, though. It's what you have to do.

As we entered a nearby building, a lot of other children swarmed us and immediately, my claustrophobia kicked in. Everything felt like it was closing in and I was horrified. A few tears began to trickle down my cheeks, but Justin wiped them away. "Hey, it's okay. There is always this many people. You get used to it." For the first time, Justin was actually being helpful and considerate, rather than annoying and full of himself. I began my breathing exercises and walked in with him.

Justin left me to go to his own class. I was on my own. There were a lot of tall kids. Tall, mean looking kids. Everyone looked at me strange. Did I stick out that much?

I went to my class where everyone was waiting. I was late. Very, very late.

"Hello there, class. My name is Miss Angel. I'm going to be your teacher." said the tall lady with a sweet voice. She had perfect raven black locks and a sweet smile. There were a few very visible scars on her. A part of me felt like she was familiar. But... How? How did I feel connected to her?

We began to do arts and crafts and a few other fun things, but nothing exceptional. I couldn't shake the familiar feeling I got from her. During lunch, I went up to her.

"Why do you have those scars?" I asked. She gave me a strange look before taking a demo breath. "When I was around nine or ten, I was attacked and stabbed multiple times. I had a twin brother but... He didn't make it. They thought I was dead at first until they found my pulse." I was astonished. "Did you have any other siblings?" I asked. "Yes. An older sister. Her name was Iris." That shocked me. Iris was my mom's name. "And... Where is your sister?" I asked. "I don't know. She went missing a while ago. I still miss her. The foster system isn't easy, and without her raising me, I had to toughen IP and get smarter on my own. I bet that monster of a boyfriend has something to do with her disappearance... Go back to eating lunch, honey. I'm sorry for going on and on."

I went back to my table. This was a lot to take in. This lady... She was my aunt. She had to be.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast. As soon as it was over, I had to go home through the well. Justin and I met up and walked together. He droned on and on about his new teacher, but I didn't listen. I didn't want to tell anyone I'd found my aunt, but I kept a small smile on my face the entire time.