Just look at the other kids! All of them were holding their parents’ hands as they regarded the foreign environment with childlike repulsion. Only a handful of them seemed to welcome the brave, new world sprawling before them.
Mark was already showing signs of bailing out of there. “Seriously, can’t you just bring him inside, leave some words to him, and then mission accomplished, we go home? When it’s time, we come back and take him home. Simple as that,” he suggested. “It’s becoming pretty apparent now, hasn’t it? He’s not the slightest bit ill at ease! I can’t believe your anxiety eclipsed his!”
Arianne rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t sugarcoat it; you’re just growing impatient! I can’t believe you’re impatient with your own son! And also, just because he isn’t anxious now doesn’t mean he won’t be missing home after a while. What happens if he starts to cry, huh? Besides, look around you, mister, none of them decided to just leave after dumping their kid here, right? Just be there for your son on the first day of school, Mark. Is that too much to ask?”
Unable to offer a repartee, as well as feeling he was above quarreling with a woman, Mark relented and continued tailing Smore.
Smore had not once stopped looking around, his curiosity on everything about his school evident. Along the way, some of the children began approaching him in a show of camaraderie. They were met with an expression of disgust that immediately settled on his face before Smore walked away, leaving the children confused and even dejected.
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