Curses

Other school

*AUTHOR NOTE*

This is the first one I'm writing since I actually started publishing these things? I did them all at once and it's like 3 am where I'm at and I still don't actually know if this is gonna get popular what so ever. I mean I've never posted anything that got very popular at all, if anyone sees this I might just get a bunch of hate from it, but whatever if I get feedback I'll b happy with it!

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*You are now Naminé Taylor starting your first day or kindergarten*

Naminé's P.O.V

Naminé was running to school as fast as she could, her books bouncing around in an old napsack she found in the lost and found bin outside the library on the way. Wearing a dress that was sort of big on her, but was white with straps like a tank top. She was terrified to go into school, all those people, just more people to hurt and yell at her, she wasn't planning on having much fun at all. But she wanted to go because she heard a lot about it, and she thought it could help her to become something, like a writer or an artist or something. She'd love to be smart, so she guessed she'd just have to avoid people is all... if that's possible.

When she ran inside everyone was looking straight at her... it made her queasy. The first thing the teacher asked was where her mother or father was

"W-well I don't really have a mother... and my dad's at home sleeping" she said quietly, looking down, wishing all those faces would just turn to look at something else.

"You mean you walked all the way here on your own?" She said, seeming a little shocked. "Well I-I don't live very far, just across the street" she lied, she lived a few streets over... she passed a lot on the way here, and the clock changed a lot from here to there... it felt pretty far, too. But she walked to places all the time, and her dad said not to, but never noticed when she did. She'd leave for hours and he wouldn't know unless he saw her walk out the door, then he'd hit her... hard, and say she wasn't allowed to go anywhere, ever. She knew lying was wrong and she shouldn't do it and it was bad, but she didn't want to get in trouble because her dad wouldn't wake up. He'd sure whoop her good if a teacher told him she did something wrong. Something she wasn't supposed to.

She heard the teacher make a sigh of relief... she almost made one too.

"Well what's your name sweetheart?" She asked. "Naminé..." she responded, looking around the room and holding her favorite notebook tight to her chest. The teacher began writing something, and all of a sudden seemed to be busy. She didn't want to interrupt, but she felt so weird standing in front of everyone. Please say something, please do something, everyone PLEASE STOP LOOKING AT ME!! She wanted to cry. After what felt like forever she looked back up and said softly "Um... may I p-please sit down miss?

She looked up like she hadn't even noticed she's been standing there all this time. "Why yes miss Naminé, you can have a seat wherever you'd like" the teacher responded smiling at her. "Thank you" she said, so faintly that probably none one could hear her.

She looked at the big rug full off all these strange new children... they all seemed to have friends, she didn't wanna intrude, so she sat at the way corner away from everyone. They all began talking, she just sat and quietly counted the numbers and squares on the mat.