The Witch Lady: Part II.

"C'mon David, let's go now," Said Papa, standing by the door. I hopped down from my chair where I was eating my breakfast and then sat down in the hall to put on my shoes.

Strings are sooo confusing, I thought as I tried to get my laces to stop tying themselves around my fingers. "DADDDDDY!" I shrieked in frustration. Papa came over to me and kneeled down, tying my shoes perfectly. "Tankou," I said, more quietly to him, before following him out to our car. "Where we goin'?" I asked.

"You'll see," He answered, smiling. I shrugged, then climbed into my car seat all by myself (cuz' I'm a big boy) and buckled in.

Wherever Papa is takin' me can't be that bad...

When Papa parked the car, I was so scared that I would have rather gone through K-Mart's scary halloween house a million times before I went in there again. "Nwo Papa!" I whimpered, "Nodt the scawy witch wady!"

"Mrs. Crumplebottom is not a witch, David. She's just old, like Grandma."

"She's nowt wike grwamwa!" I retorted, stomping my foot as Papa forcefully pulled my out of the car and put me on to the ground. "She uwsed hewr witch plowers to give me booboo on duh dor yestwerdawy! Rewembr?"

"David..." My daddy sighed, "I promise she's not gonna hurt you anymore. Alright? Now come on inside with me. I promise, you'll make new friends-"

"I no wanna be fweinds wit duh witch wady!"

Now, I could see Papa was really angry. He had smokes comin' out his ears he was so mad! "We're going inside now, David! And you're spending the day at daycare no. matter. what. Understand?"

I shrivleded up and nodded. "Yes, Papa." Then he took me inside the witch waydy's layer.

Actuwally, it wasn't that bad when I got inside the wroom I was stayin' in for duh day. There was a soft rug on the floor, and alphabet puzzle skwares on the walls. On the ceilings were cutout streamers and mobiles. And around the wroom all over their were little tables and chairs, and a little sink, and little cubbies, and even a little slide, and shelves full of books and toys.

"Why hello there, are you new to the class?" Asked a big, high voice from above me. I looked up and froze at the face I saw. He was soooooo handsome, just like superman from my comic books, or that batman toy that I got in my cereal box once. He was wearing a bright orange tank top and big blue cargo pants, and his hair was all spiky and had different colors in it. "My name is Jackson, and if you want to, you can call me Jack-Jack," He told me. "What's your name? And what do you want to be called?"

"Mwy name, its Dayvid. But yous can cawl me Dayvey," I answered proudly with a smile on my face. I really liked Jack-Jack. He was so cool, and handsome too, like a superhero. He reminded me of my favorite superhero, Wolverine, except with less beard and more niceness and fun inside of him. Not that Wolverine wasn't a good guy, but sometimes, he said mean things that I knew Jack-Jack wouldn't say.

"Alright, I'll call you Davey then," He laughed, ruffling my hair. My face got all hot real quickly when he did that. "I like that nickname, it's really cute, and so are you, sport." My face got even hotter and when I turned and looked in the mirror on the wall next to me, I saw that my cheeks were real red colored too, like I was embarrassed. And I was, 'cuz Jack-Jack was like famous, like a superhero, and he was handsome and he called me cute and was touching my hair and everything! He even called me sport!

All of a sudden, I wiked the witch wady's wayer a whole bunch more.

For a few minutes, I sat by myself in the corner, looking at the pictures in a little book about Beauty and the Beast, until Jack-Jack came over to me and started talking.

"Another boy has shown up, Davey," He said, smiling, "C'mon, come and meet him. I think you're really gonna like him." I grinned, then took Jack-Jack's hand and he lead me over to the door. And as soon as I laid my eyes on the boy Jack-Jack had mentioned, my face got so hot it nearly melted off!

This boy had soft brown hair brushed all perfect like, and he also had perfect porcewin skin like a doll. And his eyes were blue and green at the same time: two of my favorite colors. And his clothes were so fashion-y, and he was so small and thin, and his cheeks were so rosy and he had a cute point nose. I couldn't look away from him cuz' he was so... so... fancy.

And I hadn't even heard his voice yet.

"Hi," He said, "My name is Kurt. What's your name?" I froze like a statue. His voice was perfect. It was so high pitched and it sounded so pretty, like if flowers and butterflies and all the pretty things in the world could talk, they would sound like him. He was like an angel.

"I'm Davey," I said back, nervously. I had always looked out boys like this, but never had I met a boy like Kurt. "And, and... I," I stuttered a little bit cuz I was so embarrassed, "I wike your backpack." It was true. I did like his backpack, cuz it had duh Power Rangers on it, and those guys were cool.

"My favorite power ranger is the pink one," He told me.

"Mine's the red," I said back. He smiled at me. I smiled too.

And that's how I even forgot that the witch wady existed.

We'll meet the rest of the class in chapter three, along with Blaine. Oh boy! Anyways, Daznaz won the last chapter's contest, so here they are: .net/u/2743224/Daznaz. Here's this chapter's contest: why did I choose to give Kurt a power ranger's backpack? Winner gets the same prize as before. And trust me, it's a lot easier to figure out than you'd think. Anyhow, see ya next chapter! *so tired*

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