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Mel took one last look around the room and smiled in satisfaction. She
had come in three hours early to make sure all everything was perfect. All
along the bright red walls she had posted some learning-positive posters
with garishly ugly pictures of the alphabet and turkeys and such. One
corner of the room had a small carpeted square on which rested three toy
chests; chock full of educational toys, and a bookshelf separated the
carpeted area from the rest of the room. Opposite of that there were
sleeping mats laid out for naptime, ten of them in total. In the other
corner, a table with cupboards holding snacks and juice sat, it's surface
gleaming. In fact, the entire room was spotless.
"Like it'll really stay that way." She snorted. Little kids never allowed a room to be clean. Maybe it was some kind of unspoken law among them. Probably. Little brats. She had no idea why she'd accepted this job, as a daycare worker, but at ten bucks an hour for two weeks, with seven hours a day, she figured she could use the money. She had been told over the phone by an odd sounding man named Tom that there would be ten kids to take care of, and she'd have one assistant. She had no idea who that would be, but hoped they would be competent. And Tom...Just plain worried her. He sounded like he was singing a lot. Maybe he was gay? Not that she had anything against them-some of her friends were. But Tom was really weird.
Mel was a short, fifteen-year-old girl, with long brown wavy hair and grey eyes-in all aspects, an ordinary looking teenager. Also ordinary in the sense that she needed money. Which is what had led to this job, even though she was less than fond of small children. "Well," she muttered, thinking out loud "I guess I like them well enough, I just don't ever *want* them! Maybe-" She stopped.
KNOCK! KNOCK! A loud, furious pounding on the door brought her back to reality. She put on her best baby-sitter's face and ran to open the door and greet the parents.... Who weren't there!
There, standing in front of the door with a blissful look on his chubby little face, was a tiny, barefoot little boy with odd looking ears. The source of the happy look was from the... what was that? A mushroom shaped lolly? And from the smell of it, it was mushroom flavored too. She shrugged, looked around once more for the vagrant parents, then swept the child inside, while introducing herself to him.
"Hi there, little guy! My names Mel!" She said as brightly as she could, trying not to let the anger she felt at his parents show through. She took off his blue jacket, noticing as she did that he wore a little mushroom shaped nametag that read "Pippin T."
"At least you have a name." She said, looking at his face, stuffed as it was with the mushroom lolly, and smiled. He stared blankly at her for a second, then abruptly threw his arms wide and hugged her, hitting her in the eye with one hand and getting the lolly tangled in her hair with the other. She grimaced, and hugged him back. At that moment there cam another knock at the door. She tried to disentangle his arms from her neck as they were blocking her air, but only succeeded in making him giggle. Reluctantly she picked him up and headed to the door to greet the newcomer as her hanger-on giggled at her plight.
**sings** review, review, and I'll love you! (it rhymes! I'm multi- talented!! Psh yeah right. :P)
"Like it'll really stay that way." She snorted. Little kids never allowed a room to be clean. Maybe it was some kind of unspoken law among them. Probably. Little brats. She had no idea why she'd accepted this job, as a daycare worker, but at ten bucks an hour for two weeks, with seven hours a day, she figured she could use the money. She had been told over the phone by an odd sounding man named Tom that there would be ten kids to take care of, and she'd have one assistant. She had no idea who that would be, but hoped they would be competent. And Tom...Just plain worried her. He sounded like he was singing a lot. Maybe he was gay? Not that she had anything against them-some of her friends were. But Tom was really weird.
Mel was a short, fifteen-year-old girl, with long brown wavy hair and grey eyes-in all aspects, an ordinary looking teenager. Also ordinary in the sense that she needed money. Which is what had led to this job, even though she was less than fond of small children. "Well," she muttered, thinking out loud "I guess I like them well enough, I just don't ever *want* them! Maybe-" She stopped.
KNOCK! KNOCK! A loud, furious pounding on the door brought her back to reality. She put on her best baby-sitter's face and ran to open the door and greet the parents.... Who weren't there!
There, standing in front of the door with a blissful look on his chubby little face, was a tiny, barefoot little boy with odd looking ears. The source of the happy look was from the... what was that? A mushroom shaped lolly? And from the smell of it, it was mushroom flavored too. She shrugged, looked around once more for the vagrant parents, then swept the child inside, while introducing herself to him.
"Hi there, little guy! My names Mel!" She said as brightly as she could, trying not to let the anger she felt at his parents show through. She took off his blue jacket, noticing as she did that he wore a little mushroom shaped nametag that read "Pippin T."
"At least you have a name." She said, looking at his face, stuffed as it was with the mushroom lolly, and smiled. He stared blankly at her for a second, then abruptly threw his arms wide and hugged her, hitting her in the eye with one hand and getting the lolly tangled in her hair with the other. She grimaced, and hugged him back. At that moment there cam another knock at the door. She tried to disentangle his arms from her neck as they were blocking her air, but only succeeded in making him giggle. Reluctantly she picked him up and headed to the door to greet the newcomer as her hanger-on giggled at her plight.
**sings** review, review, and I'll love you! (it rhymes! I'm multi- talented!! Psh yeah right. :P)