Disclaimer: I own both Daniel and his babysitter. I do not own Stand By Me (I wish) – that belongs to Stephen King (why doesn't he share! cries). I'm not making a profit on this blah blah blah…you guys know the drill by now :P
Author's Notes: Very sorry for the long wait. I'm a bad person…or writer…I forget which…
And I just realized I sound like a pimp in my disclaimer….I own them…just reading it now makes me want to bitch slap someone!
#Chapter Three – I Don't Think We're In Kansas Anymore, Toto#
I was laying on grass. I looked up and saw a blue sky, not a cloud insight. My breathing became ridged. I should see the ceiling. Not a sky. I tried to remember what happened.
My mind drew a blank. All I could remember was I had been babysitting. Who was I babysitting? …Daniel! The boy who played with Barbies and liked pink things! But where was I now? More importantly where was Daniel?
I sat up with a start and looked around, just tall grass and a random tree. I began to panic.
"DANIEL!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I stood up.
My legs felt like jelly, and I instantly fell over. I muttered curses and tried to stand up again. My legs felt somewhat awake and I slowly turned in a circle to get a whole view of where I was. All I found from this was that I was on a big hill. I began to move forward, I'd only moved about ten or so yards when a small town came into view at the bottom of the hill. The town looked small and rustic. And American.
So that was it. I was in little British village near…where was it near? I couldn't even remember…Y….York! A little British village near York and now I was in a small rustic town in America… What the hell had happened?
I rubbed my temples as I felt on oncoming headache. Daniel had to be in the town. I had to find him. I had to make sure he was okay. His parents wouldn't pay me if I didn't have him now would they?
I moved forward, down the gentle slope of the hill which eased into a field full of mooing cows. My God. What if one of them had eaten Daniel? I then began to laugh at my own stupidity and carried on walking. My legs felt stronger as I walked through the cows, all of the chewing grass and staring at me. Suddenly I slipped and fell on my back into a patch of something warm…and moist.
"Oh God no. Please no. No no no no no." I whimpered as I breathed in through my nose.
The stench of recycled grass hit me so hard I bolted up and looked at where I had fallen. Where I had just been laying was the hugest piece of spread out cow crap that you'd ever seen. Of course it probably would have been bigger if the rest of it wasn't stuck to my back and down to my right thigh.
My frustration exploded as I shouted, "SHIT!" for as long as I possibly could. And loud enough for an elderly couple that were walking passed the field to look at me frighteningly and quickly scurry away.
I attempted to calm myself down, "Just find Daniel and get the hell out of here."
I momentarily stopped and looked at the back of my white strappy tee and loose over-sized jeans to see how bad it was… It was bad. Very bad.
I resumed walking again. Slower this time though because I was constantly watching the ground, and stepping aside every time I spotted a piece of poo. I finally came to the wooden fence and skilfully jumped over it. So skilfully…I impressed myself.
I began to jog lightly into the town hopping to find Daniel or someone who had seen him. As soon as I got onto some of the streets I received glances from some of the townspeople. I assumed it was because of the poop that was smothered on my back, but they were looking at my face. I guessed this place never had many out-of-towners.
I decided with some of the looks I was receiving that I should just look for Daniel and not ask any questions.
I was relieved when I heard his shrill voice cry out, "I WANT MY BABYSITTER!"
I ran to where his voice had come from to find a crowd of at least twenty or so people. I remembered suddenly of a shopping trip his mother had asked me to do for her, she'd also requested that I take Daniel with me. He'd managed to have four tantrums on the trip all of which routed from me not letting him have some sweets.
How the hell was I going to deal with this? I didn't even know where we were. The crowd were asking him stuff about me, like where I was and all that jazz. In return he just cried harder because he didn't know. Some of the people were actually commenting on my babysitter skills 'leaving him alone', 'we should report her to the police' and I even heard someone say something about new fresh womanly meat.
I went over a plan in my head: Grab him and run. Now, to put it into action.
I moved into the crowd, people instantly moving because of the smell I carried. I was somewhat thankful for the poo, it saved me from having to be polite and shove my way through.
I got to the front and saw him, his eyes all red and puffy from crying, his thick brown hair dishevelled and his pink 'Barbie' pjs were slightly muddy. He saw me and asked about the stink. I just oinked at him and scooped him up. He instantly began to wipe his eyes.
The people around us went quiet and started talking amongst themselves in hushed tones. I moved forward and decided to go through the crowd at the opposite side to which I had came. The people that I had walked past already had their hands over their noses and mouths…I didn't want to make them gag…not yet anyway.
I went to walk past someone, not looking at anyone in the face, worried about what disgusted face they might be pulling, but they moved in front of me, I tried going past them at the other side but they moved again to block me. I growled in frustration and in response came a deep light-hearted chuckle.
"Where's the fire?" It was the owner of the voice I had heard earlier.
"Let me guess…" I began to reply, "You're the guy who was curious about my fresh womanly meat?" I looked up at him with a smug look on my face, as soon as I realized who it was the smugness left my face and I began to scream.
Author's Notes: Don't worry, it's screaming in a shrill teeny-bopper way… More to come soon. Reviews are appreciated. Love you guys (does the dance of love)
