Crazy Bird
Kara washed her hands the way the preschool teacher had told her to, scrubbing them with the soap and water until they were red. She loved to come to the bathroom and play with the water when she could, if only because it gave her a thrill of excitement at school. Yes, Kara loved her teachers, but they sometimes got boring, and even Michael, her first and true love, sometimes held her hand too much. She loved him though, and she planned to marry him someday.
Nodding at her reflection in the mirror, Kara grinned, flapping her hands like a crazy bird to dry them, splattering droplets of water across the glass. She did it again and again, delighting in the feeling of almost flying, and she jumped a little in excitement. When there was no more water on her hands, Kara wanted to run them under the sink again, but one of the other teachers walked by the bathroom at that moment and stopped her just in time.
After gentle chastisement and a brief inquiring as to how Kara's day had gone, the person told her that she should go back to class.
Walking out with the other person, she took their hand in her own damp one.
"Do you know how to get back to your class from here?" the person asked, and Kara nodded, thanked them politely, and waited for them to leave. When the person left, Kara hesitated in the hall.
The green painted door to the kindergarten was right in front of her...and although she knew she should go back to the preschool, she could not stop her curiosity. Kara took another step and knocked, then opened the door and peeked in.
The teacher, Ms. Linda, was teaching letters, and she paused her lesson to examine Kara. "Well come on in," she said gently. "Take a seat."
Just like that, leaving thoughts of Michael and preschool aside, Kara skipped a grade for the first time.
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