Short Stories

Kindergarten

It was a average morning of kindergarten to start. A standard school… maybe not. At this point I don’t know if i’d call it ‘normal.’ As soon as you enter one pair of the two sets of double doors. You’re not entering a school. You’d have to be inside to know that. Just looking through the glass window on the front door you’ll see plain and think nothing out of the ordinary. But, back to entering the doors. You are transported to the world of a child's imagination. The once ordinary school is now populated with pokemon or being attacked by witches. Your friend is now on the darkside and against you. The teachers have turned into wads of bubblegum. Nothing is normal, but more of chaos.

Today was a normal day for me. I was in my middle year of kindergarten. I had the ordinary over excited expression on my adorable face and short blonde hair styled in a bob. My eyes were the normal blazing green they always were. I don’t see all of this, but I just know. It's not hard to know what you look like. You live with yourself everyday. My teacher was a very easygoing person. I don’t exactly know her as her real name. Most of us just called her Becky. Compared to me she was as tall as a giant. She had honey like skin and short light brown hair, also styled in a bob. To me, she was almost the exact replica of Ms. Honey from the book/movie Matilda.

“Alright, let's get into our circle for Timmy storytime!”

Everyone did as Becky said and got into a perfect circle on a carpet with the alphabet repeated on it in capital and lowercase letters.

Timmy was a small green stuffed turtle that we’d all over the year get a chance to take home for three weeks. After our share with Tim we’d bring him back and tell the adventures we’d had with him. I was pretty excited to bring the turtle home one day. I’d tell the best stories. It was Dawson's turn this time. He began his really silly story about almost dropping the stuffed toy in the toilet. Ms. Becky asked him to stop and gave him a lecture about bringing the toy into the bathroom. She then made jokes about how many times she’d have to wash him. My best friend, Kylie, continued to tug on my shirt saying stuff about how she never wanted to touch Tim again. She had short bleached blonde hair and bright skin. Never really caught her eye color, but as of that moment her eyes were full of that glamourous revulsion.

“Kylie, you’re next to take him home.” Ms. Becky said reading off her list.

Kylie instantly made a scrunched up face in disgust making me laugh.

After the seemingly endless naptime of me just pretending to sleep it was finally recess. Everyone dashed outside to the playground and huddled together in a group. We would always play this game. A group of us would be hero's and the others villains. The villains would trap heros and other heroes would have to save them. Like a endless game of tag. Today, I was a hero. My best friend was a hero as well. Seeing as we never part. Then there was Aiden who was my prince protecting me from evil. Usually evil was bees that chased me due to my dazzling clothes. Not to brag. Today it was the villians. I was trapped for almost the whole time only to be saved by Aiden at the last minute. I wanted to play more which was disappointing. I definitely knew how Rapunzel felt trapped in that tower. Doing the same thing everyday while staring at the same thing. Surrounded by dark, dank and dreary walls. I couldn’t last 45 minutes and she lasted 18 years. Which brought on the thought, how could she brush so much hair?

Finally the end of the day. I felt happy as ever. Ready to tell my parents of the fun day. As I waited in the line to the bus I thought of what I would tell them. I got to the steps in no time and got on. It was then I entered the world of pokèmon, aka, the bus. I always brought my pokèmon to school. I was proud of the card I had. It was like the dark side of school. Fluffy cute pokèmon on cards could cause a friend to go against friend. It was like kindergarten world war 2. I strided along to the back of the bus. Where the ‘cool kids’ sat. Most of the ride I chatted and traded pokè cards with many friends. Mostly trying to get eevees as they were my favorites. It was almost the  stop for a certain guy. The guy had continued to annoy me for a special card of mine throughout the bus ride. Nearing his stop not many kids were left on the bus. The kid jumped to my seat and began to make excuses for the card. I kept on refusing tell he changed to something much different.

“Look. To be truthful, I only want that card because my sister is going to die without it.”

In shock I muttered the word ‘what' and he continued.

‘Please please please give me it! I need to save her life!”

His pleads became more and more hurried as his stop approached. Soon enough I gave it. I couldn’t let someone die because of some stupid piece of paper. I gave it to him without a word said. Immediately he jumped up and screamed ‘yes' and ‘sucker' while running out the door. It didn’t take a genius to know he was lying the entire time then and there. I spent the rest of the ride in regret. Thoughts about what I should of did and said different bounced in my mind.

I got off the bus saying thank you to the driver and walked to my normal sized home. It was cozy inside. With the average living room, fireplace, basement, kitchen, dinning room, etc. I didn’t mention what happened to mom. At first, I was a in regret with a hint of disappointment in the world. Though throughout the bus ride I realized that what I did was ok, and I just had to move on. No good in crying over spilt milk as they always say. I didn’t understand what it meant, but I knew it may have been the right saying for this situation. Just imagine if his sister was dying? I could have saved a life! After dinner and a movie with my family I plopped in bed and was ready for the next day.