I had been spending time with Chris for a while, but I was seven, and it was time for me to get back to school. Being home-schooled was an option , but I could tell Chris was stressed about how that would fit around his work. Instead, we both decided it would be best for me to go to school with other kids. It was a small private school, and I was very excited to go. That is, until the day came and I was petrified.
Chris woke me up like he usually did in the morning. Through breakfast, we spoke about school and how I was feeling about starting. When I had finished breakfast, I got changed into my uniform I had been looking forward to wearing for days.
"Are you ready to go?" Chris asked, peering through my bedroom door.
"YES!" I nodded frantically. Back at the orphanage, there was always children around. I was so used to it. But since moving in with Chris I hadn't really gotten to have much interaction with kids my own age. I should feel right at home.
I held Chris' hand tightly as I skipped to the car. The drive there was similar to breakfast. Both of us talking about how much I was going to enjoy school, and all the cool things I'd be able to do. Chris parked up, and helped me out the car. He walked me to the gates and then kneeled down so he was my height.
"I want you to be a good girl for daddy. Have fun, make friends, be kind and listen to your teachers okay?"
I nodded anxious and ready to get into school, he hugged me, kissed my forehead, and then stood back up. I waved as I entered the school.
Chris' p.o.v
I stood back up, waving at her as she disappeared further into the school. I've always been very emotional. I've had to try hard to try hard to keep back the tears all day. I'm not sure what I should do with myself while she's at school, but I'm so glad that she's happy.
