One more day or how the miniature genius would kill for one more day of summer. Yet at the same time, he was almost ecstatic to leave the pathetic hell hold he forcefully had to call "home". But that euphoria of freedom was quickly demolished by the screeches of hyperactive children.
"Okay Stewie, Mommy hopes you have a great first day of school!" The middle-aged woman gave a light peck to Stewie's cheek, much to his disgust, before making her way back to their vehicle.
I bet you're just going to drink wine and complain about your woman troubles even though you know no one cares.
Stewie scoffed at the thought, knowing full well it's accuracy. "Stewie, class is about to start!" This announcement snapped the infant out of his daze. Inhaling a deep breath, he turned around eyeing the structure he would have to spend a dreadful 5 hours within.
Bloody hell, did summer truly have to conclude today?
Exhaling, Stewie started to walk towards the structure he disliked. Preparing himself for another day of foolish actives. Excluding nap time, because in all honestly who could hate thirty minutes of relaxation? Entering the building, Stewie placed his blue backpack on a bench, before walking towards the circle of children who just chattered. Their faces clearly presenting glee and delight.
"Okay children, quiet down now, we'll be sharing our summer adventures soon." The young teacher began, her loving voice quieting the class. "Now, who'd like to begin?" The teacher questioned, followed by a plethora of hands and multiple "Me's".
Her eyes scanning the circle of infants. "How bout'...you!" She pointed to a kid buried behind toddlers. His eyes glancing up almost in fear.
Now who the hell are you?
Stewie thought, staring down the unfamiliar baby. He never once saw this toddler around Quahog, concluding that the child was new to the state. Yet the question was how new?
After all, Stewie would've at least remembered the charming infant's face if he'd been here before...Right?