The First Day Of School

The First Accident

Bo's feet clinked hard across the concrete road, gasping for breath as she hurried after the truck. The dark green truck that had almost killed her...the truck that now contained her most precious possession...

...Woody...

That stupid cowboy doll really got on her nerves sometimes with his heroisms and his virtues...she could never stop loving him. And this love spurred her on as she desperately tried to keep up with the truck that was now carting her biggest love away. But it was too much for the little porcelain doll, and she came crashing down, catching herself before she could shatter, and heaving breaths as she helplessly watched the truck disappear into the distance.

With her Woody.

Her cowboy was in danger from saving her life. Now she needed to return the favor. And by golly, she would do it!

No truck was a match for Little Bo Peep.

She grabbed her staff, forced herself to her feet, and pushed off, flinging herself from the ground, using her staff as leverage, flying and falling, flying and falling after the truck. She could almost see her Woody in there, see him slouched in the passenger seat, trying not to give himself away, a worried look facing out the window that turned into hope and encouragement as he saw his porcelain princess hopping past...

Too late. Bo fell flat into a mailbox, hoping no one saw her on the road, trapped inside the metal confinements as her love was taken to who knows where...

Oh, if that stupid rag doll hadn't pushed her out of the way, had let HER handle the oncoming truck, he wouldn't be in this mess!

But neither would she...

Oh, that Woody had so many heartstrings to pull.

Now she had to trust him, whilst trying to find her way out of the mailbox in time to track down that pickup truck...

Woody's heart sank, clenching with fear as Bo collided with a volleyball net being towed by a second truck, unable to get u[ and watch out the window with the strange man who had picked him up sitting RIGHT THERE. He needed to see what had happened to his porcelain goddess, but it was too much of a risk. He had to hope she was alright...

Until then, he needed to find a way out of this. The best thing to do was wait for the car to stop. Then, he might be bale to hop out and away and hope this guy was too stupid to go looking.

But the car didn't stop. Not for gas. Not for snacks. For what felt like hours they drove on, and Woody, waiting for his chance, whiled the hours away by forming escape plans and thinking of what Bo might do or be doing right now.

Finally, after a century it seemed, they came to a slowing stop in front of a large blue and pink building. Woody's insides churned. He had been alive long enough to recognize the oncoming, impending aspects of a daycare.