07-18-2018, 07:31 PM
//meg and arcy bullied me into this. also srry for the lame ending
The first day of school was a major point in anyone's life. Most children were pretty divided--either they walked in with confidence and excitement for the day, or they walked in clinging to their parents and begging them not to leave. Some enjoyed their stay, and others didn't. All in all, it varied with each child.
Aizawa, for example, was not too thrilled. He had never really been around other kids his age before, so he was pretty inexperienced in socializing. His mother usually kept him inside where she could keep an eye on him. While it was cozy in all it's familiarity, it had gotten old quickly. But still, he was somewhat nervous about meeting other kids, much less other adults.
As they walked into the building, he held on tighter to his mother's hand, glancing up at the other people around, mostly parents that had already dropped off their children. "Alright, go on," he looks up as his mother urges him forward, a hand on his back as she pushes him towards the room full of children. He keeps his feet planted, however, shaking his head.
He can hear his mother sigh, exhaustion clear in her voice. That was what convinced him to go on, the idea of getting a lecture in front of all these people less than appealing. So, he watches her as she leaves, then turns back and stands there for a long moment. Eventually he wanders over to a pile of building blocks, where he goes on to make a small tower out of them.
"SPEECH"
The first day of school was a major point in anyone's life. Most children were pretty divided--either they walked in with confidence and excitement for the day, or they walked in clinging to their parents and begging them not to leave. Some enjoyed their stay, and others didn't. All in all, it varied with each child.
Aizawa, for example, was not too thrilled. He had never really been around other kids his age before, so he was pretty inexperienced in socializing. His mother usually kept him inside where she could keep an eye on him. While it was cozy in all it's familiarity, it had gotten old quickly. But still, he was somewhat nervous about meeting other kids, much less other adults.
As they walked into the building, he held on tighter to his mother's hand, glancing up at the other people around, mostly parents that had already dropped off their children. "Alright, go on," he looks up as his mother urges him forward, a hand on his back as she pushes him towards the room full of children. He keeps his feet planted, however, shaking his head.
He can hear his mother sigh, exhaustion clear in her voice. That was what convinced him to go on, the idea of getting a lecture in front of all these people less than appealing. So, he watches her as she leaves, then turns back and stands there for a long moment. Eventually he wanders over to a pile of building blocks, where he goes on to make a small tower out of them.
"SPEECH"