This story is a mixture of happiness and slight sadness,
so do not grow a bond to the second main character introduced,
or you may have yourself in a feeling of grief.

"Honey, it's time to get up." mother said quietly. "It's the first day of kindergarten!" the little girl woke up, eyes blinking open as she set her head back on the pillow, still tired from meeting the teacher the day before. "Here." mother opened the closet, getting the little jean dress and laying it out on the foot of the bed, looking through the drawers to then find the knee-high socks and laying them out beside the dress. "Mummy-" mother said, "One minute, just need to get your little orange top.” "Okay." mother got out the orange turtleneck top, and put it on the bed. "Take off your pj's honey." The little girl raised her arms, and her mother pulled her shirt over her head, grabbing the turtleneck and sliding it on, the static making the girl’s hair even messier than it was. "My pants mummy!" mother shook her head, laughing a bit with humor, before pulling off her pants. "Honey, pull up the socks." the girl pulled up her knee-high socks on the bed, making sure she didn't lose her balance. "Hurry, we're running late." the girl hurried, finishing pulling up her socks. Mother pulled her dress over her head, buttoning up the snaps at the back. "Okay, your shoes." the girl pulled on her Velcro dress shoes, grabbing her paper lunch bag. Honk, Honk! "That's your bus honey!" mother gave the girl a kiss on the cheek, before waving goodbye.
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Getting on the school bus, waving goodbye to mother before looking out the window, though it was covered in the warmth from her breath. A little boy sat down beside her. "Hi." he greeted, looking very cold, only wearing his overalls. "Do you want my jacket?" the girl replied. "No, I have another one." Unzipping her bag, she put the jacket in his hands.
"Here, my mother won't mind." The little boy smiled. “Thanks. My mother gave my jacket to my little brother.” The little girl looked puzzled. “Never mind.” The boy said. “What’s your name? Mine’s Jonathan.” The girl picked at her ponytail. “Mine’s Clara.” The bus came to a stop. “Everyone off!” a gruff voice echoed through the bus. Jonathan and Clara walked off the bus. “My backpack!” the little girl exclaimed, running towards the bus. The doors close as she tried to walk back in, and mud spattered up on her socks and her pink slicker and boots as the bus drove off.
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Clara walked into the classroom, greeted by the teacher, Mrs. Cache.  “You’re dirty!” the teacher cooed, taking off her clothes and guiding her to her seat. “Sit here while I wash off this mud.” The little girl pulled up her seat beside John. “Hi!” The little girl greeted. John waved before picking the paper off of the wax crayon. “What are you doing?” the little girl asked. “I don’t know. Clara, what is this?” Clara opened her mouth to speak but Mrs. Cache cut her short. “This is a crayon, John; don’t pick the paper off of it. Or you’ll get very dirty.” “Okay.” John put the crayon back in the box.  “Have a quiet talk time while I get some paint and paper.” The kindergarteners started to whisper to each other as soon as the teacher left. Clara got up from her seat to pick up a very tiny storybook, similar to the one her mother read to her at night. The teacher came back in when she spotted Clara looking at the pictures. “I almost forgot! Everyone, this is a book.” Mrs. Cache took the book from Clara’s hand and held it up. “Here you go Clara. Would you like me to put that in your backpack to take it home?” Clara smiled. “Okay. Now, go back to your seat and take out some colours from the crayon box.” Clara went back to her seat,
and started to colour a picture.
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The story will still have a few twists and turns so stay tuned! J