I own nothing.

Lyla stared at the room. Tables were all around. Kids and ghost her age sat everywhere. The top of the door read 201. She would be spending her weekdays for the next year in this dimly lit room. She would be away from her mother and brother. Her dad would be at home in the lab. Maybe they would forget about her. What did she do to make they send her away? Did she upset them? She was so sorry. She cried. Did her parents no longer love her?

"Mommy, I'm sorry. Please don't make me go. I'll be good!" Lyla said.

"Lyla, you didn't do anything bad. It is kindergarten. Your brother and sister both went to here. Mommy and daddy went a long time ago." Sam tried to explain.

"I don't want to go. I don't know anyone." She held her mother's legs. Tears spilled down her face. This place was too new.

Sam simply smiled and walked Lyla over to the teacher.

"Hi, I'm Miss Angie and you are?" The teacher said.

Lyla turned away.

"This is Lila. She's five." Lyla turned slightly. She nodded in agreement.

A smile came across her face as the teacher shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you Lyla. We have some lovely crafts that you can do over there." Lila walked slowly over to the table. Looking back at her mother every few steps hoping for support. She soon sat at a table.

Sam smiled as she walked away. The last one was in school. Sam could start on her garden again.