Yay! 2 chappies to this story up in one day! Wow... Anyway....We're going into the virtual time machine yet again to go to Chris' 1st day of kindergarten. How will it go? Find out now:

August 20, 1992. Ontario, Canada. We see Mrs. McClean driving her light blue 4-door sedan, with Chris in the back seat. He's combing his short, dark hair with a comb his father had given him. Chris thought his dad would never give up the comb, but he did. Meanwhile, Mrs. McClean has parked in the parking lot of a school called, "Ruby Lake Elementary School." The school obviously got its name from the medium-sized lake that was seen in the back of the school, ironically called "Ruby Lake." Then, Mrs. McClean looked at her son, who looked a little sad.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked. "It's your first day of kindergarten! You get to meet new people and experience life outside of home!" Chris got a scared look on his face.

"But, I don't wanna go," he started, "I wanna be with my daddy and ask him why he hates superheroes."

"Chris," his mom started. "Daddy doesn't hate superheroes, he's probably just jealous because you want to be like a superhero and not be like him." She started to unbuckle her seat belt and checked her makeup in the mirror.

"Mommy, what does "jello" mean?"

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Well, why is daddy "jello" of Captainn Crust?"

"Oh, you mean "jealous". "Jealous" means that, well, your dad doesn't like the fact that you seem to like superheroes more than him. He wants you to appreciate him more, that's all. Now come on, you're gonna be late!"

20 minutes until kindergarten would start, Chris stood in his classroom with awe. There were fingerpaintings and all sorts of things on the walls, small tables and cute colorful chairs that were right by them. Chris also noticed the tall, female teacher and all the boys and girls that were experiencing their first day as well. Just then, Chris decided to be independent.

"Okay, mommy, you can go now," Chris started. "I wanna see the awesomeness of this place!" His mother smiled.

"Well, okay, sweetie. Have a good day! I'll pick you up after school!" After they hugged and kissed good-bye, Chris started to

explore the room. He spotted a bunch of building blocks on top of a huge rug. He started to walk towards them when a largee figure blocked his way.

"Go away, shrimp, these are my blocks!" the abnormally pale boy said. Chris had a plan to play with those blocks somehow.

"Okay," he started. "You can play with them." After he said this, the boy nodded his head and turned around to play with the blocks. Chris smiled when he saw the huge rainbow rug. He grabbed a hold of the rug and made it roll by itself. Now, the stunned obese boy was rolled up like a pig in a blanket. Chris was hiding after he let the rug roll, so no one knew it was him. He started to play with the blocks when the fat boy accused him of something.

"Hey shrimp! You rolled me up! Now you're gonna help me get out!" chris looked at him with a face of innocence.

"But, I didn't do it, I swear! I'm just here playing with the blocks!"

"Nuh-uh, you're such a liar! My mommy hates liars! You're gonna go to a place where liars have t-" Before the fat boy could fininsh his sentence, someone had kicked the rug to make it roll again. It was another boy, this time he was dark-skinned and had a somewhat muscley figure as well.

"I hate that boy!" he said loudly. "He tried to call me a wimp! What'd he call you?" He was now talking to Chris.

"He called me a shrimp just because I wanted to play with the blocks!"

"Oh," the boy started. "Well, I guess he gots a point. My name's Shane Hatchet, but just call me Hatchet, or else! What's yours?"

"My name's Christopher, but call me Chris!" The two shook hands. Just then, a bell is heard. All the kids took their seats at the tables. Soon after, the tall teacher took a piece of chalk and wrote her name on the board. It read "Mrs. Pine." After writing it, she turned to the kids.

"You guys know what that says?" The teacher said with a half-smile. "It says "Mrs. Pine", but if you can't say that, DON'T ever call me "Teacher." You call me Mrs. P instead. If you can't say that," She started to chuckle a little. "You guys'll be in trouble." Then she started to distribute pieces of paper and pencils to the class. "Now you guys are gonna write your name down and introduce yourselves, like I just did. You'll come up by the chalkboard with your piece of paper with your name on it, and you'll say, "Hi! I'm-and that's where you'll say your first and last name. Got it?" The students nodded and a couple of them said "yeah." and the class wrote down their names. Chris didn't really like this teacher.

"I don't think I like her," he whispered. "She thinks we're dumb or something." Chris whispered, writing his name down. Hatchet agreed to this.

"All teachers think that," he said. "They actually think they're better than us!"

"Okay," Mrs. Pine started, "I think all of you are done writing down your names. Now let's call the first one to introduce themselves!" The classroom could hear her pumps as she walked around the room, looking for the first victim. She walked to Chris and Hatchet's table, looking down on them. "How about we start with the little chatterbox right here!" she said, pointing to Chris. "Maybe instead of talking about me, you can make yourself useful and introduce yourself!" With that, Chris walked up to the chalkboard with his piece of paper and read it aloud.

"Hi," he said. "My name is Chris McClean and....." he glanced at Mrs. Pine. "I don't like teachers!" The classroom gasped at this. Mrs. Pine quickly walked up to him with a glare and grabbed his shirt collar.

"You're lucky it's your first day," Mrs. Pine growled at him. "Better watch out, or you're in for a long year!" she warned him with her pointer finger. With that, Chris walked back to his seat, not terrified one bit. Hatchet was actually impressed by Chris and his braveness.

"Wow, man, that was brave!" Chris was happy with himself as well.

"Yeah, I'm awesome, aren't I?" Chris said arrogantly. After he said this, more kids introduced themselves. Mrs. Pine was also cruel to some of these kids as well. All the kids now knew their teacher was evil to a core.

At lunchtime, the kids ate their bagged lunches in the classroom. One of the school's rules was that kindergarteners couldn't eat in the cafeteria and eat the school lunch until they made it to 1st grade. Ruby Lake didn't want to push everything onto the newcomers at one time. But they did offer them the school milk as a drink choice. Meanwhile, Chris and Hatchet were enjoying their lunches. Chris' lunchbag contained applesauce, ham sandwich, and had a chocolate school milk along with it. Hatchet, however, had a small package of tuna fish, two slices of cabbage, a tomato, a sliced pickle, a piece of cheese, and a chocolate school milk. Chris just stared at his lunch dumbfoundedly.

"How come yours isn't made already?" he said. Hatchet started making a sandwich while saying, "Because I like to make my own meals. It's fun!"

"Oh, you wanna be a chef when you're a grown-up?" Hatchet chuckled a little bit.

"No way!" he started. "I'm gonna be in the military and be in a war!"

"That's awesome!" Chris said. Hatchet nodded his head in agreement.

After school, Chris' mother was parked in front of the school to pick him up. When Chris walked outside and saw her, he ran up and got into the car. He was happier than ever.

"So, how'd your first day go?" his mom asked.

"It was good, mommy, very good! I think I'll like school!"

"That's great!" his mom said. "You get to go tomorrow, too! But you'll be riding the school bus this time!"

A bus? Chris wasn't so sure if he wanted to go on a bus. What if even bigger kids try to eat him? How will he get to the 1st grade and eat in the cafeteria? I'm gonna die, Chris thought.

See, told you it'd be longer! What will happen in chappie 4? Will Chris' bus ride go smoothly? Let's cross our fingers and hope so. Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time! :D :D :D