Chapter 13: Trouble Comes in Three's!
AN HOUR LATER!
"...So, as you can see Mr. Seville, we have everything all organized for things that the pre-school students would like to participate in." The pre- school teacher explained to the nervous parents. This wasn't new, it happened to all the parents who brought their young ones one their very first day.
"Um, sure...ok..." Simon stutters as he glances the room nervously.
"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Seville?" The teacher asked.
"Wrong, Ms. Stone? Oh, nothing, really. Everything is going to be fine..." He laughed nervously. Simon quickly turned to his three kids that stood behind him, he pointed his finger at them and with a low growl he says, "Be good!"
Vincent, Mary-Anne, and Tom look at each other questioningly as if the other might have some clue why their dad is acting strangely.
"Mr. Seville?" The teacher asks again.
Simon looks around again, and sees the door to the storage room slightly open. A flash back, memory of his childhood comes back again. "You don't suppose you can keep that door close, do you?"
"Why?"
"Oh, no reason...I just don't want things to 'accidentally' blow up."
"Excuse me?" Ms. Stone raised her eyebrow.
"Is he accusing *us* of blowing up things?" Vincent enquired.
"Harrumph. Like we'd do that on our first day of school..." Tom adds with an insulted tone to his voice.
"Hee, hee, or ever...Right?" Jeanette sternly warns from behind her kids.
"Yes, mother." The three little chipmunks replied sheepishly.
Tom puts is hands on his stomach and looks up at his mother with pouting eyes. "Mom, I don't think I feel good."
"Now, Tom. Your probably just a little nervous for your first day." Jeanette assumed.
"Lets just say I have a bad memory of my first day of pre-school, and I don't want it to be repeated." Simon nervously adds to Ms. Stone.
"Oh, I see... Don't worry, Mr. Seville, I'll keep a close eye on your kids." Ms. Stone said with a wink.
"Thank you." Simon sighs with relieve.
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FIVE MINUTES LATER...
Simon and Jeanette get back to the car. They both sat quietly for a bit. Jeanette can tell that he is still concern on how their children will behave today.
"You don't suppose they will be good today?" She asks him.
"I really don't think the word 'good' is in their vocabulary." Simon said. "They do share the same DNA as our older, and very mischievous siblings."
"Sigh. For once, I hope your wrong Simon."
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TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
The children all sat around in a circle as the teacher read them a storybook.
"...And the little rabbit went hip-pity-hop into the garden..." The teacher chimed as she read the next page in the book.
"I really don't think this is a good time for this..." Mary muttered to the empty spot beside her.
"Is there something wrong, Mary?" Asked Ms. Stone when she noticed the girl taking to herself.
"The Angels are just telling me something, Ms. Stone." Mary-Anne said shyly.
Ms. Stone looked to Mary with concern and confusion, while the rest of the children started laughing. Tom and Vincent began to hide their faces with embarrassment.
"Ah, Mary? If you could, please tell your 'imaginary' friends to go home." Ms. Stone finally said. "You are at pre-school, and I need your attention to be here, ok?"
Mary paused for a bit, and looked at the empty spot beside her. After a moment, she looked back up at the teacher. "I don't think they like being called 'imaginary'."
"Mary! We are having story time now. That means your eyes are directly at me while I read you a story. So tell your 'friends' to leave and not to follow you to pre-school anymore." Ms. Stone said in an impatient tone.
Mary lets out a heavy sigh, "Yes, ma'am."
The rest of the children begin to laugh loudly again as little Mary-Anne shrunk in the spot where she is sitting. How she wished she could just disappear from this room right now. Tom and Vincent look at each other with concern for their sister. Neither of them knew what they could do to help her out. They both shook their heads and sighed.
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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
Vincent sat at the play dough table, making different shapes with it. Few of the children made whispering comments to each other. This made Vincent a little uncomfortable. Finally one of the kids looks up at him.
"Hey, is your sister stupid or something?" The boy laughed at him.
"Yea, does she talk to her self a lot?" A little girl giggled.
"Ha, ha, she must be really stupid if she does that." The boy laughs again.
"She's not stupid! You're stupid!" Vincent snapped back.
"No! Your sister is." The boy laughs again.
"Shut up!" Vincent screamed.
He picked up a piece of play dough and throws it at the ignorant boy sitting across from.
"Hey!" The boy complained as the piece of play dough bounces off his head.
Both boys jumped out of their chairs and started to lunge at each other over the table.
"What's going here?!" Ms. Stone shouts when she noticed the fight.
She runs up to the fighting boys and pulls them apart. "Boys, why are you fighting?"
"He started it!!" Vincent and the other boy cried out.
"Now cut that out!" Ms. Stone orders. "I don't approve with fighting in this room. Understand?"
Vincent glares once more and looks at other boy and said, "nobody calls my sister, stupid."
With that said, Vincent shrugs his arm away from Ms. Stone and runs to the other end of the room where his siblings sat, away from the rest of the class.
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The day is half over, and finally it's naptime.
Ms. Stone couldn't believe the day she's having. Simon had warned her, but she didn't believe him. Her mind was made up his kids were monsters.
After snack time all Tom did, was complained that he didn't feel well. Ms. Stone figured it might have been something he had eaten that didn't agree with him. She took a look at him thought all he would need is to lie down for a while.
"What could happen next?" Ms. Stone mutters to herself.
As if on cue, she feels a small hand tugging on her skirt.
"Ms. Stone? I don't feel so good." Whined Tom.
"What's the matter Tom?" The teacher speaks softly.
Tom bent forward and spewed out his snack all over the floor.
"Lovely..." Ms. Stone groaned with discussed.
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AN HOUR LATER...
Simon came in the to the classroom a bit relived that he wasn't called in be the teacher that his kids blew up the school, like his brother would do on many occasions.
"DADDY!!" Tom, Vince, and Mary cheered. The three of them ran up to their father and leapt up into his arms.
"Alright, aright. I missed you too." Simon laughed as he hugged his children.
"Mr. Seville, is it possible that I can have a word with you?" Ms. Stone asks as she walks up to him.
"Ah, sure..." Simon responded a little nervously. He turned to his kids and frowned. 'It was too good to be true.' He thought.
"You three wait here." He ordered. Simon followed the teacher into her office.
"I'm almost afraid to ask on what went on today." Simon asked worryingly.
"Well, besides Vincent starting fights, Mary-Anne becoming disruptive in class, and Tom throwing up all over the floor...absolutely nothing."
"What?" Simon said a bit surprised. "Look, I'm sorry for anything my children may have done, Ms. Stone..."
"Mr. Seville, are you aware that Mary talks to imaginary friends?" Ms. Stone asks.
"Imaginary friends?" Simon was confused.
"Yes, she got really disruptive during reading time... Have you ever considered in taking her to counselling?"
Simon shot Ms. Stone an offended look. "Ms. Stone. You're out of line. I assure you that my daughter does not need counselling. In fact, it's quite natural for children to have imaginary friends, or in this case 'Angels'. Most children eventually do grow out if this sort of thing in time. But that doesn't mean you have to accuse them for being 'kids'!"
"I understand what you are saying, Mr. Seville, but if she continues to react like this in class, then I'm afraid I'll have to ask that she be removed from my classroom." Ms. Stone replies coldly.
Simon glares to what Ms. Stone just said. How he felt like to just reach over and choke her for saying that about any of his kids. "Don't worry, Ms. Stone, I'll have a talk with Mary. There will be no need in threatening to expel her from pre-school."
With that said, Simon turns around and walks out of the room to rejoin his children. Together they leave the school.
With Simon still fuming.
AN HOUR LATER!
"...So, as you can see Mr. Seville, we have everything all organized for things that the pre-school students would like to participate in." The pre- school teacher explained to the nervous parents. This wasn't new, it happened to all the parents who brought their young ones one their very first day.
"Um, sure...ok..." Simon stutters as he glances the room nervously.
"Is there anything wrong, Mr. Seville?" The teacher asked.
"Wrong, Ms. Stone? Oh, nothing, really. Everything is going to be fine..." He laughed nervously. Simon quickly turned to his three kids that stood behind him, he pointed his finger at them and with a low growl he says, "Be good!"
Vincent, Mary-Anne, and Tom look at each other questioningly as if the other might have some clue why their dad is acting strangely.
"Mr. Seville?" The teacher asks again.
Simon looks around again, and sees the door to the storage room slightly open. A flash back, memory of his childhood comes back again. "You don't suppose you can keep that door close, do you?"
"Why?"
"Oh, no reason...I just don't want things to 'accidentally' blow up."
"Excuse me?" Ms. Stone raised her eyebrow.
"Is he accusing *us* of blowing up things?" Vincent enquired.
"Harrumph. Like we'd do that on our first day of school..." Tom adds with an insulted tone to his voice.
"Hee, hee, or ever...Right?" Jeanette sternly warns from behind her kids.
"Yes, mother." The three little chipmunks replied sheepishly.
Tom puts is hands on his stomach and looks up at his mother with pouting eyes. "Mom, I don't think I feel good."
"Now, Tom. Your probably just a little nervous for your first day." Jeanette assumed.
"Lets just say I have a bad memory of my first day of pre-school, and I don't want it to be repeated." Simon nervously adds to Ms. Stone.
"Oh, I see... Don't worry, Mr. Seville, I'll keep a close eye on your kids." Ms. Stone said with a wink.
"Thank you." Simon sighs with relieve.
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FIVE MINUTES LATER...
Simon and Jeanette get back to the car. They both sat quietly for a bit. Jeanette can tell that he is still concern on how their children will behave today.
"You don't suppose they will be good today?" She asks him.
"I really don't think the word 'good' is in their vocabulary." Simon said. "They do share the same DNA as our older, and very mischievous siblings."
"Sigh. For once, I hope your wrong Simon."
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TWENTY MINUTES LATER...
The children all sat around in a circle as the teacher read them a storybook.
"...And the little rabbit went hip-pity-hop into the garden..." The teacher chimed as she read the next page in the book.
"I really don't think this is a good time for this..." Mary muttered to the empty spot beside her.
"Is there something wrong, Mary?" Asked Ms. Stone when she noticed the girl taking to herself.
"The Angels are just telling me something, Ms. Stone." Mary-Anne said shyly.
Ms. Stone looked to Mary with concern and confusion, while the rest of the children started laughing. Tom and Vincent began to hide their faces with embarrassment.
"Ah, Mary? If you could, please tell your 'imaginary' friends to go home." Ms. Stone finally said. "You are at pre-school, and I need your attention to be here, ok?"
Mary paused for a bit, and looked at the empty spot beside her. After a moment, she looked back up at the teacher. "I don't think they like being called 'imaginary'."
"Mary! We are having story time now. That means your eyes are directly at me while I read you a story. So tell your 'friends' to leave and not to follow you to pre-school anymore." Ms. Stone said in an impatient tone.
Mary lets out a heavy sigh, "Yes, ma'am."
The rest of the children begin to laugh loudly again as little Mary-Anne shrunk in the spot where she is sitting. How she wished she could just disappear from this room right now. Tom and Vincent look at each other with concern for their sister. Neither of them knew what they could do to help her out. They both shook their heads and sighed.
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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER...
Vincent sat at the play dough table, making different shapes with it. Few of the children made whispering comments to each other. This made Vincent a little uncomfortable. Finally one of the kids looks up at him.
"Hey, is your sister stupid or something?" The boy laughed at him.
"Yea, does she talk to her self a lot?" A little girl giggled.
"Ha, ha, she must be really stupid if she does that." The boy laughs again.
"She's not stupid! You're stupid!" Vincent snapped back.
"No! Your sister is." The boy laughs again.
"Shut up!" Vincent screamed.
He picked up a piece of play dough and throws it at the ignorant boy sitting across from.
"Hey!" The boy complained as the piece of play dough bounces off his head.
Both boys jumped out of their chairs and started to lunge at each other over the table.
"What's going here?!" Ms. Stone shouts when she noticed the fight.
She runs up to the fighting boys and pulls them apart. "Boys, why are you fighting?"
"He started it!!" Vincent and the other boy cried out.
"Now cut that out!" Ms. Stone orders. "I don't approve with fighting in this room. Understand?"
Vincent glares once more and looks at other boy and said, "nobody calls my sister, stupid."
With that said, Vincent shrugs his arm away from Ms. Stone and runs to the other end of the room where his siblings sat, away from the rest of the class.
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The day is half over, and finally it's naptime.
Ms. Stone couldn't believe the day she's having. Simon had warned her, but she didn't believe him. Her mind was made up his kids were monsters.
After snack time all Tom did, was complained that he didn't feel well. Ms. Stone figured it might have been something he had eaten that didn't agree with him. She took a look at him thought all he would need is to lie down for a while.
"What could happen next?" Ms. Stone mutters to herself.
As if on cue, she feels a small hand tugging on her skirt.
"Ms. Stone? I don't feel so good." Whined Tom.
"What's the matter Tom?" The teacher speaks softly.
Tom bent forward and spewed out his snack all over the floor.
"Lovely..." Ms. Stone groaned with discussed.
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AN HOUR LATER...
Simon came in the to the classroom a bit relived that he wasn't called in be the teacher that his kids blew up the school, like his brother would do on many occasions.
"DADDY!!" Tom, Vince, and Mary cheered. The three of them ran up to their father and leapt up into his arms.
"Alright, aright. I missed you too." Simon laughed as he hugged his children.
"Mr. Seville, is it possible that I can have a word with you?" Ms. Stone asks as she walks up to him.
"Ah, sure..." Simon responded a little nervously. He turned to his kids and frowned. 'It was too good to be true.' He thought.
"You three wait here." He ordered. Simon followed the teacher into her office.
"I'm almost afraid to ask on what went on today." Simon asked worryingly.
"Well, besides Vincent starting fights, Mary-Anne becoming disruptive in class, and Tom throwing up all over the floor...absolutely nothing."
"What?" Simon said a bit surprised. "Look, I'm sorry for anything my children may have done, Ms. Stone..."
"Mr. Seville, are you aware that Mary talks to imaginary friends?" Ms. Stone asks.
"Imaginary friends?" Simon was confused.
"Yes, she got really disruptive during reading time... Have you ever considered in taking her to counselling?"
Simon shot Ms. Stone an offended look. "Ms. Stone. You're out of line. I assure you that my daughter does not need counselling. In fact, it's quite natural for children to have imaginary friends, or in this case 'Angels'. Most children eventually do grow out if this sort of thing in time. But that doesn't mean you have to accuse them for being 'kids'!"
"I understand what you are saying, Mr. Seville, but if she continues to react like this in class, then I'm afraid I'll have to ask that she be removed from my classroom." Ms. Stone replies coldly.
Simon glares to what Ms. Stone just said. How he felt like to just reach over and choke her for saying that about any of his kids. "Don't worry, Ms. Stone, I'll have a talk with Mary. There will be no need in threatening to expel her from pre-school."
With that said, Simon turns around and walks out of the room to rejoin his children. Together they leave the school.
With Simon still fuming.