Wanted

First Day Of School

Mikayla is dressed in a plaid skirt, white collared shirt, white socks that reaches above her ankles, and black shoes. Bobby walks up to her and gives her her blue backpack and her ACDC lunch box. That's right. It was Mikayla's first day of school. She's 4 years old now and enrolled in the nearest public school Bobby found in the area.

"Thanks, Bibi." She says as she put on the straps.

"Okay, are you ready for your first day, rugrat?"

"No." She pouts slightly.

"Why not? You were excited when you went to sleep last night."

"Yeah, but..." she sighs dramatically. "I don't know how to write my name." She looks up at him with big doe eyes.

"Kayla, you're going to kindergarten. I promise you, most of those kids don't know how to either. You can spell it, can't ya?" Mikayla nods slowly.

"Spell it out for me as we walk to the car, come on. M," he begins, opening and closing the door behind them and walk towards his car.

"I, K, A, Y, L, A." Mikayla finishes.

"There we go! You'll do fine, rugrat. By the end of the year, you'll be spelling your name in every piece of paper." Mikayla doesn't respond, but Bobby sees that she was trying not to smile as she gets in the car and is strapped into the car seat. It only takes Bobby 5 minutes to get to the school. Bobby parks in the parking lot. There's a loop that has teachers that would take the child to class for you but he wanted to drop Mikayla off for her first day.

"Okay, Room 6, let's find Room 6. Do you know where that is?" Bobby ask her, though he didn't really expect a response as he walks down the hallway.

"Nope. Bibi, I want to go home." Mikayla says as she looks at all of the crying kids that were overly attached to their parents..

"Right here, Mrs. Green, Room 6. Let's go in." Bobby opens the door to let Mikayla walk in first.

"I don't want to be here. I want to go home." She furrows her eyebrows as she looks at Bobby.

"Mikayla, it's your first day. How do you know you won't like it if you don't go in?"

"They're crying." She points at the children gripping their parents and screaming for them to not leave them there.

"They're just going to miss their parents."

"Well, I'm gonna miss you." She pouts but Bobby can tell she wasn't going to cry. She's a tough one. Bobby kneels down to get to her level.

"Mikayla, it's only a few hours. You're going to have so much fun. You're going to play with some toys, go to the playground, make some friends. You might even paint something."

"I can do that at home." She scolds giving him that angry face he thinks is cute, but doesn't acknowledge it.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry but you're going to have to go to Kindergarten so you can learn things, okay? You'll learn how to spell your name, how to write, and everything I can't teach you myself, okay?"

"I still want to go home." Mikayla pouts and turns around walking away from Bobby only to return.

"Please?" She hits him with the doe eyes again.

"Nope, sorry." She gives him the angry look again and walks away again. She sits on a random seat, with her back to him. Bobby sighs and stands up straight. He waits a while before concluding that she wasn't going to turn around so he walks away and gets back in his car.

Bobby spends the entire morning running errands. When he finally comes back home it was nearly 11 AM. Bobby gets out of the truck and walks up to the door. When he opens it, he immediately hears the tv was on. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion before silently taking the shotgun beside the door and walks closer to the living room. He takes a few seconds to prepare himself for the worst before jumping out and aiming the gun. He immediately puts the gun away when he sees that is Mikayla. Sitting on the couch eating with string cheese hanging off her mouth as she watches the three stooges.