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AN: Just an idea I had after reading so many great kindergarten!rent fics. Reviews are love.

Benjamin Coffin the Third sat quietly, building with his blocks a small tower. Mark Cohen wandered over to him, chewing absentmindedly the corner of his scarf.

'Whatcha doing, Benny?'

Benjamin sighed melodramatically, furrowing his tiny brow in concentration. 'Please Mark! I'm trying to build a…study. No, a stud - a studio' he articulated.

'What's a studio?' Mark sat down and pushed his wide glasses up the bridge of his pale nose. Benny bit his lip.

'I don't know'

Mimi Marquez and Roger Davis were fighting over who was going to feed the fish. Roger was crying because Mimi had scratched him and then chased him round the classroom.

'I'm a cat and I'm going to eat yooouuuu!' she screamed. Roger sniffled and crawled under a desk, which Mimi promptly jumped on and began stomping up and down.

Suddenly, the so far absent teacher burst through the door, chasing what appeared to be a little brown blur. On closer inspection, it was in fact Tommy Collins, wearing nothing but his knitted beanie and running through the classroom, leaving a trail of overturned furniture in his wake.

Little Angel Schunard was sitting in the house corner, cheering on Tommy, having folded his discarded clothes into a neat pile and was brushing the hair of a little blonde doll.

'Boys are so yucky!' A loud voice boomed from the reading corner where Maureen Johnson was sitting with Joey Jefferson, reading 'Hey Diddle Diddle'.

Mark looked over at her, his chewed scarf falling to the side, forgotten, as his big blue eyes brimmed with tears.

'I-I'm not…y-yucky-' he said quietly, but Maureen was busy laughing at Tommy who was blowing raspberries at the out-of-breath teacher who was still trying to catch him.

AN: Reviews are Angel to my Collins.