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This is the next addition to the series "Daddy's Girl" following the story Daddy's Girl.
I'm hoping to have the longer story up by the weekend.
Title: Coming Home to You
Characters: Ten2 and his daughter Sarah (OC)
Rating: G
Genre: Character Study, Sarah's POV
Warnings: None
Summary: She hated school, but at least she came home to him.
Author's note: I promise that the next story picks up a bit, but I need to lay a bit of background before I delve too deeply into it.
I drag my feet down the long linoleum hallways of school. I don’t see the point of this…this meager learning facility. I’m a Time Lady (or near enough) I don’t need to associate myself with services like this. I’m running with the theory that it will make me dumber. (I’m still working on the rest of the theory.) Besides, the other kids don’t like me anyway; I’m too different, too ‘strange’ for them.
I look down at my skinned knee and wince remembering the pain. It’s only kindergarten I tell myself; it’ll get better, but somehow I think this is only the beginning.
I didn’t mean to upset anyone, but somehow that tends to happen a lot. Daddy says that you get used to it—being different. He would know.
The release bell startles me from my thoughts and soon the halls are flooded with students from grades much higher than my own. I feel like I’m shrinking as they near me in an uproar of noise, but I try to ignore the sinking feeling and replace with the prospects of the two glass doors in front of me.
I grin as they swing open, when the older faster students hurry through and burst out of the doors. The sun welcomes me with warm kisses and natural light that would put the harsh fluorescent tubes to shame. I step on to a patch of grass and wait for the crowd to disperse slightly before I look for him.
My face flits into a grin as my eyes meet his finally. His teeth flash brilliantly and his arms open wide welcoming me into them. I don’t seem to notice the steps I take as I make my way to him, it just feels like one moment I’m standing and the next he’s holding me tight, while he kneels on the ground.
If I get to meet him after school every day, then maybe it isn’t so bad.
I'm hoping to have the longer story up by the weekend.
Title: Coming Home to You
Characters: Ten2 and his daughter Sarah (OC)
Rating: G
Genre: Character Study, Sarah's POV
Warnings: None
Summary: She hated school, but at least she came home to him.
Author's note: I promise that the next story picks up a bit, but I need to lay a bit of background before I delve too deeply into it.
I drag my feet down the long linoleum hallways of school. I don’t see the point of this…this meager learning facility. I’m a Time Lady (or near enough) I don’t need to associate myself with services like this. I’m running with the theory that it will make me dumber. (I’m still working on the rest of the theory.) Besides, the other kids don’t like me anyway; I’m too different, too ‘strange’ for them.
I look down at my skinned knee and wince remembering the pain. It’s only kindergarten I tell myself; it’ll get better, but somehow I think this is only the beginning.
I didn’t mean to upset anyone, but somehow that tends to happen a lot. Daddy says that you get used to it—being different. He would know.
The release bell startles me from my thoughts and soon the halls are flooded with students from grades much higher than my own. I feel like I’m shrinking as they near me in an uproar of noise, but I try to ignore the sinking feeling and replace with the prospects of the two glass doors in front of me.
I grin as they swing open, when the older faster students hurry through and burst out of the doors. The sun welcomes me with warm kisses and natural light that would put the harsh fluorescent tubes to shame. I step on to a patch of grass and wait for the crowd to disperse slightly before I look for him.
My face flits into a grin as my eyes meet his finally. His teeth flash brilliantly and his arms open wide welcoming me into them. I don’t seem to notice the steps I take as I make my way to him, it just feels like one moment I’m standing and the next he’s holding me tight, while he kneels on the ground.
If I get to meet him after school every day, then maybe it isn’t so bad.
