Think Of The Positive [Story]

A raindrop nestled on my nose as I trotted on the sidewalk. Rain tapped on the roofs of peoples' houses and patted the leaves of the trees. The sun trying to break through the rainy clouds, wanting to win the weather battle. A big tent of fog covered me up, with little visitors of mist trapped inside. Clutching my little sibling's hand, my mind was trailing off to the point on how Isabel is going to- how can I put this?- build friendships in Kindergarten. Finally, after a long walk, Isabel's hand slipped out of mine like a thin deck of cards, looked up at my rainy-misty face, and calmly stated at me, "Missy, how was Kindergarten to you the first day?" I stopped in my tracks. She wanted advice! I slowly zipped my eyes together, took a deep breath, and stated back to her. "Kindergarten was tough for me on the first day. I had to learn to speak and write correct grammar. And write neatly." Chills ran down my shivering spine. "Write correct grammar? Write neatly?" Isabel's voice was shaky and nervous, more like she was stammering over her words. "Good luck with that." I mumbled under my breath.
I glanced at my watch. It was foggy to see because of the rain drops trying to monopolize me from stating what time it is. "It's 8:30! We better hurry!" I was shivering all over. I was worried that Isabel was gonna be late. But we made it in time. Mr. Sunny was greeting us at the doorway. Isabel pulled her hood down and shook her head to get the static out of her golden hair. Show off! My mind told me. We entered the classroom.
I felt strong hands on my shoulders.
"And you must be Isabel's-"
"Sister"
"Right. What's your name?"
"Missy Raina Woolie"
"You are excused to go to your classes."
Speechless, I ran out of Isabel's classroom and slowly hiked to mine. Down the hallway. I didn't even bother a chance to glance back. I was worried about Isabel. Is she going to survive her first day of Kindergarten?

Focusing on my schoolwork, I couldn't understand what my teacher was saying. She was mumbling, or at least it sounded like it was. I scribbled on my paper, feverishly. Never have I been bugged by one of my thoughts. Never. I was feeling pressure from my thought of Isabel trying to survive Kindergarten. Just think of the positive. One of my minds screamed. Just think of the positive. You'll be able to play with Isabel after school. Ask her how Kindergarten went and...

Wait a minute. Ask her how Kindergarten went? Now that all I can think of is how Isabel will behave." Missy? Are you paying attention?"

Mrs. Gram's voice snapped me away from my thoughts. "Uh, yes, Mrs Gram."

She gave me the look that seems to make my flinch. I could hear laughter. Mean laughter. Hurtful laughter.

I held my breath. Now I knew what was gonna happen. Detention! Mrs Gram will yell. You have detention, Miss Woolie! But she didn't. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders in disbelief and went back to her business. No teacher as ever done that to me. Never.
My mind was trailing back to schoolwork. Now I can pay attention.