The Sociopath's Daughter

School Days

It was my first day of school, finally! I woke up at six am and started to get ready. At this point, I finally had my own hair brush and hair ties and also got a new toothbrush. Small things like new school supplies and uniform got me so excited. I usually wouldn't need to get up this early for school, but I liked to be as ready and put together as I could; my last school was very strict on perfection, even with us being so young. They usually had a bit of a tizzy with my hair being a tad out of place, since it was more curly than some girls in my class; but, I soon learned how to fix it. Also, John had to pick me up and drop me off at school since my dad couldn't. I put my hair up, making sure not one hair stuck out, and my put uniform on, then made my way into the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread toasting and eggs frying, as well as the sound of the whistling kettle consumed my senses. He was fixing this feast up while I examined the scene. The table wasn't quite cleared, but it wasn't as bad as it usually was. There were two plates set with silverware and napkins, I was quite impressed; I almost felt like I was back at home, almost.

"How eloquent," I said, admiring the set up. It was quite out of the ordinary, not only because he almost never made breakfast, but also because he actually made an effort at eating etiquette.

"I don't suppose you did this all on your own" I joked, sitting down and smiling at him. He turned his head slightly and cocked his eyebrow.

"Of course I did, it doesn't take years of university to figure out how to set a bloody table" he responded, almost offended. I don't think he quite got my sense of humor by then, which only made it more funny to me. I just kept smiling and looked around, my gaze stopping at the window.

"Have you gone out at all today?" I asked, wondering if I should bring a coat or just stick with the cardigan the uniform requires. He didn't turn this time and kept his focus on what he was doing.

"At what time would I be able to go outside?" he asked

"It's half past six in the morning and I've been here since I woke up" he bickered. I turned my head back to him and just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah it was just a question" I said, shrugging.

"Well there's no such thing as a stupid question" he mocked. I chuckled as I put the napkin on my lap.

"That's just what they tell kids so they don't feel bad about their stupidity" I added, whenever a kid says it's a stupid question, eight out of ten times, he's probably quite right. He just chuckled, and I was quite proud of getting that out of him. I could never say things like that to my mother, she got quite discouraged and 'didn't want me to be so jaded so young'. However, I knew he would agree with me. I've tested those waters already, and I'm glad we have the same viewpoint on almost everything. After he finished cooking, we ate and had a bit of a chat while doing so. I thought I should give him a bit of a warning on how the school year may go.

"I am usually a behaved kid in class, teachers love me and I get all my work done and then some" I began, he stopped eating and looked at me.

"I sense a but coming" he groaned. Yet, since I suddenly found my information suddenly unimportant, I decided to keep my mouth shut for once.

"Nope" I responded simply, popping the P.

"'Nope?'' he questioned, since I usually didn't respond so oddly.

"Yeah, no, that's it" I said before taking another bite of my toast

"I'm just great" I said as convincingly as I can. He looked at me suspiciously but continued to eat. Soon we had to go, the last thing I wanted was to be late on my first day; I'd rather get the death sentence. I got into the car, sitting next to Rosie, and looked out the window as my dad looked at me. I smiled and waved , and he did the same as we drove off. I watched as he stood outside 221B before the car had gone too far, after that I looked forward and started getting even more excited for school. When we got there, and I was brought to my class, no one really noticed me all that much. All the kids kind of talked amongst themselves. Until, the teacher, Ms. Hankins, noticed me. She was quite tall and had short light brown hair, brown eyes and a beauty mark under her left eye. She turned her head and smiled at me, sympathetically of course, right when I thought I shook that phase. She walked up to me and crouched to meet my face.