Lucy stood on the corner with a tear falling down her face. She wiped the hot salty tear off of her cheek, taking the smudge of her mother's lipstick with it. Clutching her lunch box against her chest, she waited bravely, knowing this would be the day that she would be a big girl. The first day of first grade.
She was prepared, with a box full of pencils and crayons and a pair of scissors and a bottle of glue, all with her name written on them in her own hand writing. A box full of things that belonged to Lucy was resting in her little back pack.
She looked across the street and saw taller girls doing cartwheels on the front lawn of the school yard, took a deep breath, and walked to the crosswalk. The woman in the orange vest came up, took her hand, and led her to the independent world called elementary school. It would be okay.
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