Very short, very pathetic. Have a little patience, I'm new here. Pls r/r!
--@EVeRyTHiNG u ReCoGNiZe iS MS. JKROWLiNG'S aND eVeRyTHiNG THaT you DoN'T is MiNe, MiNe, MiNe!@--
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-chapter I-
Chapter One
by stawberri sweetness
The next thing I knew there were impossibly spotless doctors and nurses all around me, poking about and asking questions that tickled me as simply stupid. The actual panorama of this in my mind seems rather comic, or very suspicious, because all the doctors and nurses looked exactly if not vaguely like the other. The doctors all had bulging potbellies, variations of caterpillar mustaches and thick round glasses that blurred their identical piggy eyes. The nurses were all superficial and Barbie-like and wore huge plastic smiles and starched white caps that drew my eyes as sure as ice cream.
When one of the nurses got pretty close, my hand darted directly for that funny hat and snatched it straight off of her plastic head. She didn't say anything but kept on smiling (quite unnervingly) as she struggled to calmly unclasp my fingers from her crumpled hat.
When one of the doctors (I immediately classified as evil) threatened to spank me if I didn't let go of her hat, it seemed as if they were finished with all their poking around. I yelped when he raised his hand, threw the stupid hat at the nurse and ran for the door. A redheaded doctor (who reminded me of that Ho-ho-ho guy) laughed merrily, apparently amused, and helped me push the impossible door open.
Outside was the brightly lit chlorine hallways with the plastic turquoise chairs lined in pairs. I scanned the chairs for Papa or Mama, but only found Mr. Black waiting nervously with his ghostly wife. He stood up when he saw me, and his transparent wife turned her head towards me -- or rather, to the doctors that were filing out and pushing me aside.
Mr. Black was brought aside and talked to, while I sat beside Mrs. Black, swinging my legs. The absence of my parents seemed to worry me no end, though I tried not to show it in front of Mrs. Black. I didn't ask the Blacks where my parents were because I guessed that I wouldn't like the gentle answers they'd give me. I just imagined that Mr. Black was really Papa in disguise, and that Mrs. Black was Mama. And so my Mama smoothed out my hair and stroked it so that I suddenly found myself leaning on her shoulder, half asleep, smiling contently.
It turned out that I was to stay at the Black's for a few nights until the hospital decided what to do with me. By the time Mr. Black had finished talking with the doctors I was already deep in consoling sleep, and he had to carry me back to his home.
In the middle of the night, I woke finding myself in the Black's guest room with Mrs. Black hovering around my bed half singing, half chanting a lullaby. By the glowing pink surrounding her eyes, I guessed that she had been crying, but she certainly wasn't crying now. The lights were low and dim, creating a fuzzy sleepy sort of air. I glanced worriedly at Mrs. Black before I returned to wrestle my dreams. I had a strange feeling that she was going to have a pretty warped life.
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So? What do you think? I know that was pretty short, but pls r/r! (the next one'll be much longer!)
