Every Story Has a Beginning

Part 8 - You Think We're Stupid?

Chapter 1 - A Surprise, But Not The Good Kind

Matilda

And so, we continued on, this time going Southbound, the correct way.

Dave was looking all about the place, completely in awe of the new sights, which wasn't actually really impressive at all, as we weren't even on the main road, because it was pretty crowded down there. So we were really just on a small, somewhat deserted road, full of flats and houses, but that didn't matter as we were still going in the general direction.

It had been a little while, and just down the road, I heard some signs of life.

We had found a small children's nursery, and since it was a Sunday, this was probably some sort of Sunday School.

We stood by it for a few seconds, watching the cute little children play around with their trains and whatnot.

I wish we had a train, we'd all be at home if we had.

It was when we were about to leave when I heard a shout.

"Well hello there!" shouted a lady from inside.

It startled all of us, where did she come from?

"You seem young, come in come in!" she shouted.

She opened the gate and ushered the 4 of us in. And she locked it. We were trapped in a children's nursery. Well great.

"This is the first time that saying that someone is young isn't a compliment," Jay muttered.

"What do we do?" I asked.

"We play along," Dave said.

"Literally?" I asked.

"No, that was a figure of speech," he replied.

"Yay! I'm not the only one who doesn't understand metaphors!" Jay shouted.

"Well that's great," I said, sarcastically.

"Yeah it is! I'm not alone any more!"

"It's good that you're not alone Jay, but that was sarcastic!" I shouted.

"It was?" Jay asked.

"YES IT WAS JAY!!!" we all shouted in unison.

"Alright, alright, no need to shout."

And once again, that nursery lady appeared from nowhere, actually, she probably came from Hell itself.

She had the face of a serial killer.

"Break time's over children!" shouted the lady. "And it applies to you 4 too!"

She began pushing us into the classroom, and ushered us to the carpet. All of us were very annoyed and dissatisfied, mainly with the amount of space, probably also because of the annoyingly scratchy carpet, and definitely the fact that we were in a stupid nursery.

"Alright, what shape is this?" the lady asked, pointing at a square. "How about the new boy at the back?"

It was Jay.

He didn't reply for a few seconds, but after the whole class of three year olds began a chant to cheer him on to give an answer, Jay gave in.

"It's a stupid square, in fact I'm sitting on one of these flippin' squares right now," Jay said, somewhat angrily.

The whole class cheered and clapped for Jay. He smiled a little bit, flattered by the sudden applause. I suppose he was getting pretty popular with these little guys.