"Y/n, wake up chére!" My mother woke me up gently. "It's your first day of daycare, you wouldn't want to be late." I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly. Our pom...era.. Something, Cinnmon came and licked my cheek. I giggled. "Stop Cinnamon!" He barked and ran off. Today was the first day at a brand new daycare. My family moved here from France last week. We're still unpacking but we're almost done. I got up and my mom gave me a bath.
Blah blah blah got ready for school...
(With help from my older sister) I put on my clothes. I was excited for today!
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I ate strawberry pancakes for breakfast and hopped into the car. "Are you ready, kiddo?" My dad asked me. "I was born ready!" That was literally 4 years ago.
(Timeskip brought to you by: NAAAAAOOOOOMIIIIIIIIIII)
We arrived at my new second home. (Insert super cool name here). I smile and got out of the car. "Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" My dad asks me. I can see his concern. I know big words >:3 "I'll be okay! See you later!" I wave and skip inside. Well, I thought I was going to be okay. Boy was I wrong.
