Of Prelove and Preschool
By Hollyann Binion~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own Amyia Christine Dumas, Matthew Moore Hardy, Jeffery Nero Hardy, Adam Copeland, Jason (Jay) Reso...or any other WWF, WCW, ECW, OMEGA superstars. I am not a part of any of these oragnisation, nor do I lay claim, I am just a simple...simple minded fan. So simple.
Note: Please remain open minded. I have made Adam and Jay a gay couple in my fic, for the heck of it so..ya'. Don't flame me, half of the fan fic community has done worse...or BETTER?... : P
The Itsy Bitsy spider went up the water spout. Amy sat among her preschool class. She had just became a teacher, this was her first year, she found herself very dedicated to children. They seemed to help fill this void she had in her life, this emptyness, she didn't understand.
Amy: Okay class. When I call your name tell me your favorite animal.
Class: Okay!!!
Little screams filled the tiny room of her catholic church based preschool.
Amy: Alex-May.
Alex-May: Kitty!
Amy: Brendon
Brendon: Dog
Amy: Breanna..Bre?
Breanna: What?
Amy: Sweetie don't pick your nose. What is your favorite animal?
Breanna: Ooo, horse. No dog.
Amy: Good. Levi.
Before little Levi could answer a dark haired man entered the class. He had a small back pack under one arm, a lunch pake under the other and a pill of papers in his mouth.
Guy: MMmm...hmm..sorry. He attempted to speak but mumbled.
Amy jumped up from the carpeted floor sweeping her braides behind her shoulders.
Amy: Here.
She took the papers from his mouth.
Guy: Ah'm sorry. Were new to New York. I heard you had the best preschool, so I came to register my daughter. He was rather breathless.
Amy: That's great, but your messing a child.
She smiled and glanced around him.
Guy: Ooo...Ah'll be right back.
The whole class giggled as did Amy. The dark haired man retured with the backpack under one arm, the lunch pale the other, and a small child with big brown eyes and thick untangled dark brown curls that trailed down her back attached to his leg.
Guy: Ah got it.
Amy: Okay why don't we have a seat at this table.
Guy: Get off my leg and get on over there. She wont bite you, but ah might.
The small ravened child went and sat down as her father and teacher followed.
Amy: Okay you guess can have free play time. Before we get back to our animals.
Amy sat down with them both.
Amy: Hi sweetie. What is your name?
The child didn't answer she just pouted.
Guy: I didn't name her. Infact she isn't mine, I just found her outside.
Amy laughed as did he, the child found this to not be amussing.
Guy: Her name is Willow. I'm Matt Hardy.
He held out his hand, she was a little thrown off, but shock it. Siunce when did guys shake women's hands? She kind of liked it.
Amy: I'm Amyia Dumas. The kids just call me Miss Amy.
Matt: Ya kids call me bad things...especially mine.
He patted her on the head.
Willow: Watch the hair.
Matt: Oo..she speaks, and so rudly. She has this hair complex.
Amy: Hey it's ok Willow, I like my hair to look it's best too.
Willow: Really?
Amy: Yeah I stand in the mirror for hours.
Willow: Ah bet your daddy doesn't push you out of the bathroom when you in there to long.
Amy: Your right, but I live by myself, now so I can stay in the bathroom as long as I want.
Willow: Ah want my own bathroom dad.
Matt: Your 5!
Willow: Ah'll settle for my own room.
Matt: You can't have your own room until your an old lady, ah gotta keep an eye on ya.
Amy looked at him strangly.
Matt: Actually we are just renting a one bedroom apartment right now, until we find a house we like. Ah'm picky.
Amy: Your wife doesn't mind.
Luckily the title wife was still a little un-noticible to Willow, she new mom, but not wife.
Matt: Pumpkin go play.
He popped her on the butt.
Willow: Okay.
She wondered off to make freinds.
Matt: Ah'm not married. Willow's mama killed herself.
Amy: Oh my god. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up.
Matt: It was a long time ago, so it's ok. Ah've learnt to except things.
Amy: That's good. In a way, I suppose, you should be spirited about things.
She wanted to smile, but wasn't all to sure if it was appropriate, until he smiled.
Matt: So what do you need to know about us.
Amy: Well Oh, where do you work for contact purposes.
Matt: This body shop called Bob's Parts. Hopefully it's temporary.
Amy: Oh, what would you like to be doing.
Matt: Well I used to own my own body shop with my brother Jeff in Cameron North Carolina. Ah'd like to get him here so we can start back up, but he has his own things to do.
Amy: That would be nice, maybe you could look at my car. It seems to only run when it wants too.
Matt: Well what does it do when you start it up?
Amy: Dies...
Matt: Ah mean does it make a noise or anything.
Amy: Ya..She simulated the noise.
Matt: Probably your battery. Ah can stop by and take a look for ya' if ya'd like that is.
Amy: I'd love that...how about today. If you don't mind following a bus.
Matt: A bus?
Amy: Well I walked to work, I told you it wouldn't start.
Matt: We can give you a ride don't be silly...if you don't mind giving directions.
Amy: That would be great. If you don't have to work your than welcome to stay and set in on the class Mr. Hardy.
Matt: That would be great Miss Amy.
He gave her this wicked smile that could melt fire balls.
Amy: Okay, well I better get back to work you can interavt if you'd like.
Matt: Sure. Nothing like being a child again.
Amy: Okay class come back to the carpet.
A rush of 14 children came towards her, 15 once Willow finally came.
Amy: Willow what is your favorite animal?
The wee tot looked over at her father.
Matt: Don't you dare say it.
Matt wagged his finger at her.
Willow: Well ah was gonna say my uncle Jeff, but dad said ah had to stop ridding him and trying to feed him grass, after ah made him all sick at Adam's house...So, I'll say White Tiger.
Amy: Wow....That's my favorite too.
The class preceed to tell her they favorite animals, but before she could finished the project it turned 1:00 when she let her class out.
Amy: Okay you can go, but don't forget to get your backpacks.
The children all sprinted to get their bags.
Amy: And take your envelope from your cubby.
Miss Amy remembered that as a child getting her to take home things to her parents was quiet the difficulity , so she developed the envelope system. Today was billing day. Amy's fav day, it meant money soon. Since she was privately owned she was personnaly paid by the childern's parents. The only bad part is that she had to depend on these people too pay her, she trusted them, and she always found it sad when parents came up short, but her being who she is usually let it go, she just loved the children.
Willow: Miss Amy are you ready?
Amy: Oh, yes.
She had drifted off into her own mind. Matt picked up Willow and motioned for Amy to follow.
By Hollyann Binion~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own Amyia Christine Dumas, Matthew Moore Hardy, Jeffery Nero Hardy, Adam Copeland, Jason (Jay) Reso...or any other WWF, WCW, ECW, OMEGA superstars. I am not a part of any of these oragnisation, nor do I lay claim, I am just a simple...simple minded fan. So simple.
Note: Please remain open minded. I have made Adam and Jay a gay couple in my fic, for the heck of it so..ya'. Don't flame me, half of the fan fic community has done worse...or BETTER?... : P
The Itsy Bitsy spider went up the water spout. Amy sat among her preschool class. She had just became a teacher, this was her first year, she found herself very dedicated to children. They seemed to help fill this void she had in her life, this emptyness, she didn't understand.
Amy: Okay class. When I call your name tell me your favorite animal.
Class: Okay!!!
Little screams filled the tiny room of her catholic church based preschool.
Amy: Alex-May.
Alex-May: Kitty!
Amy: Brendon
Brendon: Dog
Amy: Breanna..Bre?
Breanna: What?
Amy: Sweetie don't pick your nose. What is your favorite animal?
Breanna: Ooo, horse. No dog.
Amy: Good. Levi.
Before little Levi could answer a dark haired man entered the class. He had a small back pack under one arm, a lunch pake under the other and a pill of papers in his mouth.
Guy: MMmm...hmm..sorry. He attempted to speak but mumbled.
Amy jumped up from the carpeted floor sweeping her braides behind her shoulders.
Amy: Here.
She took the papers from his mouth.
Guy: Ah'm sorry. Were new to New York. I heard you had the best preschool, so I came to register my daughter. He was rather breathless.
Amy: That's great, but your messing a child.
She smiled and glanced around him.
Guy: Ooo...Ah'll be right back.
The whole class giggled as did Amy. The dark haired man retured with the backpack under one arm, the lunch pale the other, and a small child with big brown eyes and thick untangled dark brown curls that trailed down her back attached to his leg.
Guy: Ah got it.
Amy: Okay why don't we have a seat at this table.
Guy: Get off my leg and get on over there. She wont bite you, but ah might.
The small ravened child went and sat down as her father and teacher followed.
Amy: Okay you guess can have free play time. Before we get back to our animals.
Amy sat down with them both.
Amy: Hi sweetie. What is your name?
The child didn't answer she just pouted.
Guy: I didn't name her. Infact she isn't mine, I just found her outside.
Amy laughed as did he, the child found this to not be amussing.
Guy: Her name is Willow. I'm Matt Hardy.
He held out his hand, she was a little thrown off, but shock it. Siunce when did guys shake women's hands? She kind of liked it.
Amy: I'm Amyia Dumas. The kids just call me Miss Amy.
Matt: Ya kids call me bad things...especially mine.
He patted her on the head.
Willow: Watch the hair.
Matt: Oo..she speaks, and so rudly. She has this hair complex.
Amy: Hey it's ok Willow, I like my hair to look it's best too.
Willow: Really?
Amy: Yeah I stand in the mirror for hours.
Willow: Ah bet your daddy doesn't push you out of the bathroom when you in there to long.
Amy: Your right, but I live by myself, now so I can stay in the bathroom as long as I want.
Willow: Ah want my own bathroom dad.
Matt: Your 5!
Willow: Ah'll settle for my own room.
Matt: You can't have your own room until your an old lady, ah gotta keep an eye on ya.
Amy looked at him strangly.
Matt: Actually we are just renting a one bedroom apartment right now, until we find a house we like. Ah'm picky.
Amy: Your wife doesn't mind.
Luckily the title wife was still a little un-noticible to Willow, she new mom, but not wife.
Matt: Pumpkin go play.
He popped her on the butt.
Willow: Okay.
She wondered off to make freinds.
Matt: Ah'm not married. Willow's mama killed herself.
Amy: Oh my god. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up.
Matt: It was a long time ago, so it's ok. Ah've learnt to except things.
Amy: That's good. In a way, I suppose, you should be spirited about things.
She wanted to smile, but wasn't all to sure if it was appropriate, until he smiled.
Matt: So what do you need to know about us.
Amy: Well Oh, where do you work for contact purposes.
Matt: This body shop called Bob's Parts. Hopefully it's temporary.
Amy: Oh, what would you like to be doing.
Matt: Well I used to own my own body shop with my brother Jeff in Cameron North Carolina. Ah'd like to get him here so we can start back up, but he has his own things to do.
Amy: That would be nice, maybe you could look at my car. It seems to only run when it wants too.
Matt: Well what does it do when you start it up?
Amy: Dies...
Matt: Ah mean does it make a noise or anything.
Amy: Ya..She simulated the noise.
Matt: Probably your battery. Ah can stop by and take a look for ya' if ya'd like that is.
Amy: I'd love that...how about today. If you don't mind following a bus.
Matt: A bus?
Amy: Well I walked to work, I told you it wouldn't start.
Matt: We can give you a ride don't be silly...if you don't mind giving directions.
Amy: That would be great. If you don't have to work your than welcome to stay and set in on the class Mr. Hardy.
Matt: That would be great Miss Amy.
He gave her this wicked smile that could melt fire balls.
Amy: Okay, well I better get back to work you can interavt if you'd like.
Matt: Sure. Nothing like being a child again.
Amy: Okay class come back to the carpet.
A rush of 14 children came towards her, 15 once Willow finally came.
Amy: Willow what is your favorite animal?
The wee tot looked over at her father.
Matt: Don't you dare say it.
Matt wagged his finger at her.
Willow: Well ah was gonna say my uncle Jeff, but dad said ah had to stop ridding him and trying to feed him grass, after ah made him all sick at Adam's house...So, I'll say White Tiger.
Amy: Wow....That's my favorite too.
The class preceed to tell her they favorite animals, but before she could finished the project it turned 1:00 when she let her class out.
Amy: Okay you can go, but don't forget to get your backpacks.
The children all sprinted to get their bags.
Amy: And take your envelope from your cubby.
Miss Amy remembered that as a child getting her to take home things to her parents was quiet the difficulity , so she developed the envelope system. Today was billing day. Amy's fav day, it meant money soon. Since she was privately owned she was personnaly paid by the childern's parents. The only bad part is that she had to depend on these people too pay her, she trusted them, and she always found it sad when parents came up short, but her being who she is usually let it go, she just loved the children.
Willow: Miss Amy are you ready?
Amy: Oh, yes.
She had drifted off into her own mind. Matt picked up Willow and motioned for Amy to follow.