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Harry Potter And The Preschool Blues
Chapter 1: Establishment
It was a dark, cold, and stormy night. A stream of light shone threw the crack in the cupboard door. A small boy sat on his bed curled into a ball trying to block out the sounds of the violent storm. He rocked back and forth, crying. He was afraid of the storm. He slowly fell asleep unaware that the next day wouldn't be much better.
By the next morning the storm had stopped. He woke up to his aunt rapping on the cupboard door.
"Boy get up or you'll be late," screeched his aunt.
It was the child's first day of preschool. He quickly dressed and went into the kitchen for breakfast. His uncle was already sitting at the table reading the morning newspaper. His cousin came down the stairs for breakfast just as the boy sat down at the table.
"Mom what's for breakfast,'' the large boy asked his mother.
"Bacon, eggs, pancakes, and sausages sweetums your favourite," she replied in a sickeningly sweet voice.
After breakfast the children got in the car and were off for their first day of preschool.
As the car pulled into the parking lot of the preschool, some children ran across the playground. The boys quickly got out of the car and raced into the building. The adults were close behind. The two boys stopped in the centre hall unsure of were to go. The two adults led the children into the school office and filled out the final paperwork. Wile they were filling out the forms an old man with a long beard came out of the back office. He was the strangest man the boys had ever seen. He was tall thin and very old judging by the silver of his hair and beard. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles. His nose was long and crooked as though it had been broken at least twice. Upon seeing the smallest boy the old man smiled brightly. He reached down and ruffled his hair before leaving. The boys wandered who the old man was. But were silent until the adults had said it was time to go.
The secretary showed them to a classroom with an old woman sitting at the desk. She was tall with a kind grandmotherly look about her. Her hair was pulled up in to lose bun with a few strands hanging in her face. She looked up and smiled when she saw them enter.
"Good morning. These must be our new students. Welcome to preschool boys. The other children will be coming in, in a few minutes. Why don't you go and play with them until the bell rings," she said brightly.
The large boy's mother kissed him good buy and left with her husband. Then the teacher led the two boys to the playground. Children were running around playing tag and other games. The large boy walked over to a large group of kids and began playing their game. But the small boy was shy so he went over to the bench and sat down hoping someone would ask him to play. The bell soon rang and the children filed into the classroom. When every one was seated the teacher called the boys to the front of the class.
"Class this is Dudley and Harry. They're new here so I want you to make them feel welcome. Boys please take your seats. Now it's time to start class who knows what the eighth letter in the alphabet is?"
Several students raised their hands. She pointed at a young black girl with pigtails and asked, "What is the letter?"
The small girl piped up in her small voice and said, "K Mrs. Douglas."
She looked saddly at the small girl and said, "I'm sorry Kate but that's not right."
The little girl looked sadly at her desk. The teacher called on a boy with messy brown hiar and freckles.
"It's V Mrs. Douglas," he said brightly.
"I'm sorry Dennis but that's not right either, "she said sadly.
The teacher desided to ask one of the new students. She pointed a finger at the small boy and asked, "Harry do you know what letter it is?"
Harry quietly said, "H Mrs. Douglas."
"Correct," She said happily. Some of the other students glaired at him.
A boy at the back of the class with dark red hair and a long nose whispered the word, "Geek!"
Harry felt really bad. He didn't like being called a geek. As the day went on Harry found that he didn't like school at all. Everyone was so mean. Harry was very glad when the bell rang and everyone went home.
(A.N. Well that was chapter 1! Hope you liked it! I did. And what about the Old Man? Why was he at the Preschool? And what dose Mrs. Douglas have to do with the price of tea in China? Read and find out in Chapter 2: Revelations!)
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