I've been obsessed with a child story lately, but this one is in the process of being decided whether it's a oneshot or a chapter story. I'll let you know later on. Maybe. If you see that there's a second chapter added, then you know.

Disclaimer: No own Glee.

Don't Be Late For Dinner

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Papa I know you're going to be upset
Cause I always always your little girl
But you should know by now
That I'm not a baby
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The sun was covered by clouds. Daddy said that Mr. Sunshine was sleeping still, and that he wouldn't wake up until God was done bowling with the angels. He said that I would have to wait. But I didn't want to.

It was late afternoon, Mommy was at work and she wouldn't be back until I was in bed. Daddy was in the kitchen making dinner. It smelt like chicken. I don't like chicken, but I knew that he'd make me eat it anyway. I was sprawled across the couch, my head was touching the floor and my feet were in the air. Daddy never liked me to sit like this because all the blood was going to go to my head. I guess that's the feeling you get when your eyes feel like they're going to pop out of your head. I was laying upside down on the couch and Daddy walked in, sighing. I must of done something wrong, so I sat up straight.

"Lucy, go outside. But when I call you, you should be back here in the house for dinner. And you have to eat your chicken." I made a face at the chicken part, but I got to go outside so I agreed. My legs moved as fast as they could to the door, my hands reached for my pink butterfly rubber boots. I put them on and then I stood straight, looking at my new pink rain coat. It was too high up. I jumped, tugging on the arm of it. It didn't come down. Letting out a huge sigh, I jumped up again, grunting. Nothing again. Daddy came over and grabbed my jacket from the hook, giving it to me.

"Don't talk to strangers, got it, Lucy?" I nodded. He didn't sound mad when he spoke, but that still didn't mean nothing. I slipped the coat on and opened the door as fast as I could. Maybe I'd run into my best friend forever, Sophia. We had so much in common, we were even born in the same hospital! I still think that I'm better than her, however, because my birthday came before hers. That means that I'm older and I'm more of a boss than she is.

I took a step outside and breathed in through my nose quickly. Fresh air! It was nice, especially when it rained. I really liked it when it smelt like this. The only downside was the worms on the sidewalk. I hated worms. One time at school this boy named Bradley shoved a worm in my face and said that he'd pay me five bucks to eat it. I cried. Next time I see Bradley at the park, I'd fight him. I made sure that my boots didn't touch the gross worms on the sidewalk, jumping and running as fast I as I could to the sandbox.

Smiling like I had won the prized cow pencil sharpener for the milk contest at school, I took a bow to the invisible people. Then my smile was gone when I seen that Sophia wasn't here. No one was. Except there was a pale and a shovel. I just shrugged and sat in the wet sand, not caring that it would get my jeans dirty and daddy would be mad at me for it. With the wet sand, there was no need to make mud to get the other sand to stick to the castles. Me and Sophia used to do it all the time, and then Bradley would come along and ruin it on us by stomping on it with his huge monster feet. I shoveled some sand into the pale.

Sophia always said that her mommy told her that when a boy picked on you, it meant that he liked you. I laughed. Bradley was a boy who had cooties. He was gross. My daddy was happy when I told him what I said. I piled more wet sand into the bucket, smiling when I was sure it was full enough. I tossed the shovel aside, patting in the sand hard with my hand. It was almost complete. Sophia would be sad that she wasn't here to see this. This tower was going to be the best ever. I quickly turned the bucket over and pushed it hard into the ground so the base would be stable enough to stand. I carefully brought the bucket up, revealing a perfect sand tower. I smiled to myself proudly and smugly. This was a bragging story to tell Sophia.

I took a twig beside me and pressed it into the top of the sand castle. The twig made the sand crack and I went to fix it. My bottom lip started to quiver as I touched the sand castle and watched it crumble in my hands. I sniffled. Sophia would laugh at me now.

I rose from where I stood and went to go home when I ran into someone. Literally.

"Oomph!" I made a funny sound and fell back on my bottom. "Hey!"

"Sorry little girl!" Came a worried voice from the person that I ran into. It was a boy's voice. And his voice cracked. I looked at the stranger who knocked me down.

His eyes were red and his cheeks were wet. It took me a moment to realize that he was crying, kind of like I was going to when my castle fell apart. Did his castle fall down, too? My head tilted.

"What'sa matter?" I stood again, brushing the sand from my pants and hands. He smiled a little at me like my Mommy did when she was sad.

"I'm looking for my daughter, she's about your age." Maybe he was Sophia's dad? I shrugged.

"Sorry sir, there's only me around here. My best friend in the world, Sophia, hasn't came to the park today. And that Bradley didn't come to destroy my sand castle. It seems that it did that all on it's own."

"What's your name? I think that she might of known you."

"My name is Lucy, sir. Lucy Q. Fitzgerald." I held out my hand like I seen my Daddy do a lot of times. He did it when we went to Granny and Papa's or when he was meeting clients of Mommy's.

"Lucy, that's a nice name, darling." The guy wiped his eyes. "My name is Russell. And my daughter's name is Fanny."

"What happened, sir, that made Fanny run away?" I tilted my head, confused. Why would a girl run away from a home? I know I loved my home very much.

"Her mother passed away." I noticed his voice changed again. Higher. And it was cracking a lot.

"Why did you let her pass? You could of stood in her way."

Russell, the stranger, laughed quietly. "She died, sweetie.

I gasped. Died? Mommies can't die! Mommies are supposed to be there for you forever and ever! I would cry if my mommy died. I want her to live forever. I'll make her promise when I go home. And Daddy, too. I couldn't live without either of them. Maybe I'll even have to make the stork that brought me here to promise never to die. He is my birth parent, after all.

"I'll help you find Fanny! I just need to go tell Daddy." I started to walk off to my home when Russell spoke again.

"He knows, darling. Me and him are good friends." I turned around. I never seen him around Daddy before, but Daddy did have a lot of friends. I shrugged.

"Okay. Let's go." I walked back beside Russell.

"Here, take my hand. You don't want to get lost. I tend to walk fast." Russell held out his hand for me, and I took it.
He seemed instantly happy as we started to walk away from the park. Maybe because he was gonna find Fanny soon, because Daddy would get mad if I was late for dinner.

Thoughts? Reviews are welcomed. And also: should this be a multi-chaptered? I know it's kinda AU.