Author's Note: I was sitting outside reading a book last night when this idea struck me. Of course, I had to get it written down before it slipped away. I'm hoping to someday get this published as a Children's Book, but for now, I'll just post it on here and see what others think of it. Made some minor changes as of January 27, 2019 - I changed Lorna's new friend's name to Nola instead of Nora.
Little Lorna Lawson's Kindergarten Adventure
The sun rose in the sky as it did every morning. Birds chirped out the window while little Lorna Lawson slept soundly in her princess-covered bed. Her mother, Marianna, entered the room with a warm smile on her face. She walked over to the large bay window and pulled the sparkly-pink curtains back to let in the sunlight.
"Rise and shine, princess," her voice warmly called out as she stood bent over Lorna's bed, shaking her gently to aide in her awakening. She combed a hand lightly through her daughter's dark brown, messy, curls. "It's time to wake up. You have to get ready for your first day of kindergarten."
The mention of school only made the young child grumble and roll over in her sleep. She turned away from her mother, pulling her princess bedspread to cover over her face. "No school," Lorna mumbled.
Marianna carefully unwrapped the blanket from her and smiled sympathetically down at her. "It's your first day, Lorna, you have to get up and get ready. Don't wanna be late, do you?" A silly question, she thought, what child would want to awake early in the morning to attend school? She laughed silently to herself.
"But I don't think I wanna go, mommy," the curly brunette child muttered with a slight pout hanging on her face. She sat up, now, in her bed; her hazel-colored eyes glancing up, anxiously, into Mrs. Lawson's.
"Why don't you think you want to go?" Her mother questioned, pulling her in for a comforting embrace.
Shrugging her shoulders, Lorna sucked in her bottom lip out of habit. She never spent an entire day away from her mother before, and because of this, the thought of having to attend Kindergarten frightened her. "I'm scared," her tiny voice whispered.
Eyebrows arched up on her forehead, Marianna looked down at her daughter with a tinge of empathy. She softly stroked a hand through her long hair and gave a kiss to her head. "I know it's scary going to a new place, but you'll have so much fun at school, Lorna. You'll make lots of friends and get to play with fun toys—you'll love it," she assures her with a smile.
After Lorna was dressed—in her specifically bought, just-for-first-day-of-school, pink frilly dress and laced black shoes—she, with heavy encouragement on her mother's behalf, climbed onto the school-bus and plopped herself down in an empty seat. It was a quick bus ride; she leaned her head against the window, peering out and gasping at the large building that the bus came to a stop in front of.
The doors to the yellow vehicle opened and the children quickly filed off. Lorna followed behind, not too sure where she was supposed to go when she got inside the building. Faculty lined the hallways, directing traffic, and she watched as an older woman—with a friendly smile on her face—motioned for her to enter inside the bustling cafeteria.
When she walked inside the double-doors, Lorna felt her heart beat faster at the large amount of students and teachers that made up the room. Her hands began to sweat at her sides. The teachers, she observed, stood beside the folded pieces of paper that sat on the floor beside the students, which clearly had their names written on them.
Lorna timidly walked along the cafeteria, eyes searching the papers until she came across one that seemed to have a familiar name. Miss Rosenkrantz, it read. Although she couldn't technically read yet, the letters looked similar to the ones on a letter she and her mother received in the mail just a few weeks ago from her kindergarten teacher.
"Good morning," a woman, with a light-brown pony-tail and bright smile, greeted her. She stood right beside the paper, her blue eyes watching intently. "Are you little miss Lorna Lawson? I'm going to be your teacher this year, Miss Rosenkrantz."
"How did you know that's me?" The little girl inquired, her eyes wide in astonishment.
"You look like a Lorna," the brown-haired woman answered with a light-hearted laugh and that, in turn, caused a small giggle to escape the curly-haired child. "No, I'm just good at putting names to faces. Welcome to our class, Lorna, and since you were the last student we were waiting for, I think it's time we all head down to see where we'll be spending our time together. What do you all think?"
The children all laughed and shouted out their yeses, following excitedly behind her out of the cafeteria and down the narrow hallway to the kindergarten wing. Lorna, shy and timid, trailed along at the very back of the line—watching as all the other kids seemed to have made their friends already. She hung her head while a small sigh exhaled from her.
When they finally came to Miss Rosenkrantz' classroom, Lorna was the last to enter inside. She glanced around the room—it was covered in bright and cheery colors, a variety of posters that displayed happy cartoon children playing nicely together, and a good-sized reading library sat in the back of the room that had a variety of different children's books to choose from. Her attention focused back on the students in front of her, who were now eagerly looking to find their assigned desk.
Lorna quickly followed suit and walked through the rows of desks—noticing how it seemed everyone had someone to sit by as the desks were arranged in pairs. That eased her nerves somewhat as she finally came across her nametag on one of the brown, metal, desks.
She sat down in the chair, eyes curiously peeping at the nametag that was taped to the desk next to hers. Nola, it read. Lorna couldn't help but smile slightly—their names rhymed, she realized. Her eyes moved back up to observe the other classmates—everyone seemed to have a desk partner but her, the one beside her still sitting empty.
The door's creaking open, just a short few minutes later, had everyone look up from what they were doing to see who the person was. A little girl with untamed, thick, red curls of hair and a note in her hand came marching in. She walked over to Miss Rosenkrantz, who now took up residence in her comfortable 'wheelie' chair.
"My bus was late and some lady in the office told me to give you this note," the little girl spoke quite loudly, handing her the small slip of paper. "I'm Nola Fenstermaker."
Miss Rosenkrantz kindly took the note from her and gave her a warm smile. "Welcome to kindergarten, Nola. You'll be sitting over there," she pointed to the empty desk next to Lorna's, "next to Lorna Lawson."
Hearing her name, Lorna immediately glanced up and watched as the redhead girl came closer to their pair of desks. Anxiety hit full force when she noticed the chair next to her became occupied with Nola.
"Hi," the redhead called out, slightly turning in her seat to look at Lorna. She smiled. "I'm Nola."
Nodding her head, the curly-haired brunette let out a small giggle. "I know, you just told us your name a minute ago. I'm Lorna," she answered.
"You're Lorna Lawson," Nola smartly pointed out, grinning.
"And you're Nola Fenstermaker."
After a long morning of getting to know the teacher and her peers, lunch time finally came, and Lorna couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Though she and Nola seemed to get along quite well, the thought of having to sit in the big cafeteria with a room full of children she didn't know made her tummy feel funny.
She went to her backpack, that hung on a hook in the back of the room along with all the other children's, and grabbed her lunchbox from inside. Everyone lined up at the door, behind the teacher, and Lorna found herself at the back once again. Yet, this time instead of having no one to talk to, she noticed Nola's standing beside her just a few seconds later. A tiny smile found its way to her face. Maybe, she thought, kindergarten wouldn't be so bad.
Lorna and Nola enjoyed the entire half-hour of lunch, sitting together at one of the several large bench-styled tables that were dispersed throughout the huge cafeteria. They chatted in between bites of sandwiches and sips of juice-boxes. Joyful grins took up form on both of the little girls' faces as they gradually began to form a friendship.
"I like your lunchbox," Nola chirped with a mouthful of peanut butter crackers, pointing to the smiling princesses that covered the top of Lorna's lunch-bag. "It's pretty."
"Thank you; I like yours, too. Puppies are my favorite," the brunette grinned, eyeing Nola's puppy-themed lunchbox blissfully.
Nola swallowed the last of her meal and grabbed her grape-flavored juice-box for a large sip. The smile on her face only widened at the statement; she nodded her head, enthusiastically. "Me, too. We have a big doggy at home and he gets so excited to see me. You'll have to come over to play with us sometime—I'll ask my parents!"
"That sounds so fun! I'll ask mine, too; maybe we can play together this weekend," Lorna agreed with a buzzing excitement.
When the teacher on lunch-duty blew his whistle, the students quickly lined-up—after throwing away their lunches—and marched through the hallway to the doors that led to the outdoor playground. Lorna found herself following Nola over to the monkey-bars that sat in the middle of the field, mulch hitting their shoes underneath as they walked.
Lorna watched in amazement at how the redhead little girl quite easily went from one bar to the next—something she knew she couldn't do without falling at least once. She gave a friendly smile when Nola came to the last one and jumped off, "Wow, you're really good at that."
Smiling back, Nola gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Thanks, I watched my big brother do it and copied him," she laughed, before pointing between the shorter girl and the monkey-bars, "Now, it's your turn to do it."
"Oh, no, I can't do that. I'll fall," Lorna hesitantly answered, crossing her arms over her chest and staring widely at the large equipment. There was no way she could do that as nicely as Nola did, she thought.
"Just try it—I bet you can, Lorna," the red-haired girl tried to encourage her, the smile on her face only growing. "It's easy, all you have to do is grab onto the bars and reach out for the next one. You don't have to be fast. I only did it fast because I've done it a lot of times with my brother."
With some reluctance, Lorna sighed and stared at it in slight apprehension. She shook her head, after a few seconds of thought, and decided to give the monkey-bars a try. If Nola could do it, so could she. She climbed the latter and tightly grabbed onto the first set of bars. Adrenaline started pumping as she very cautiously reached for the next and the next, and before she knew it, she reached the end of the monkey-bars, jumping down with a huge grin on her face.
"I knew you could do it," Nola cheered with a grin of her own. The two shared a high-five and ran over to the swing-set, grabbing a pair of empty ones that were right beside each other.
Lorna nodded and took the redhead's hand, giving it a friendly squeeze. "Thanks to you," she giggled and so did the other little girl. "Now, we're best friends forever and it's only the first day! I can't wait to go home and tell my mommy."
"It was a really fun day," Nola happily agreed, giggling along with her newfound friend. Her head bounced up and down, nodding, "Best friends forever and ever!"
After recess ended and Lorna followed the other students, in her class, back to Miss Rosenkrantz room, it seemed that the rest of the afternoon flew by. She and Nola talked some more, in between activities, their newfound friendship only continuing to blossom. Soon enough, the school day came to a close and the two went their separate ways to look for their different buses. A big, bright, smile sat on Lorna's golden face the entire time she skipped down the path to enter the open-door bus she sat on just eight hours earlier. She could not wait to get home to tell her mother all about her day.
Taking a pan of French fries out of the oven, Marianna placed it on the countertop and caught glimpse of the time. The clock on the stove displayed that it was nearly 3:30, which meant she had just enough time to put on her shoes—get the baby into the stroller—and walk down the street where Lorna's bus would be stopping in the next ten minutes.
When the yellow school-bus finally came to a stop at the corner of the street, a mere eight minutes after Mrs. Lawson walked down from the house, she watched eagerly for her little girl to exit. Her arms immediately hung open for an embrace, and she smiled when Lorna's small little body slid against her own.
"How was it? Do you like kindergarten?" Marianna enthusiastically inquired, brushing a hand tenderly through her daughter's thick curls.
Lorna beamed blissfully up at her mother, wrapping her own arms tight around her neck. "I have a best friend," she informed her cheerfully, her fingers softly trickling against her mother's skin. Big hazel eyes peer up into brown ones, clearly shining with excitement. "Her name is Nola and we sit together in Miss Rosenkrantz class. We ate lunch together and played all kinds of fun games during recess. She's so fun, mommy, and we wanna have a play-date this weekend. Can we, can we, can we? She said she has a dog and she wants me to come play with them!"
Mrs. Lawson couldn't help but chuckle at the pure excitement her daughter displayed, she pecked a maternal kiss against her forehead and started leading them back to the house. "I'm so glad to hear how wonderful your first day was, just like I knew it would be. We'll see about this weekend, Lorna dear, I'd like to meet her parents first," she gave a gentle pat to her head with a warm smile sitting on her face.
Lorna bounced her head up and down, enthusiastically, and skipped inside their house. She ran down the hall to her bedroom and sat on her barbie-themed beanbag, smiling to herself. Kindergarten, she happily realized, was the best thing to ever happen to her. It was only the beginning of her new journey, and it seemed she already found her best friend. She couldn't be happier. It was going to be a wonderful year.