❀Chapter 8 ❀

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Raj – one of the small children of the day-care – was walking around aimlessly, trying to find someone to play with, when his eyes found someone huddled into a corner, crying

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Raj – one of the small children of the day-care – was walking around aimlessly, trying to find someone to play with, when his eyes found someone huddled into a corner, crying. He couldn't see who it was, but it wasn't someone his size, no, it was someone big. Wandering over to the person, he discovered it was none other than the new leader, Mr Cookie, sobbing in the corner.

The fact a grown man would be crying at day-care confused Raj, especially since he was meant to be a teacher. Puzzled, Raj looked over to Mrs Moore, who was giggling with Tallulah and Jiwoo, his friends. He had never seen Mrs Moore cry. She was only ever happy.

Pursing his lips, Raj turned back to the whimpering man and decided maybe it was best to ask what was wrong. He approached the older man slowly, as if not to frighten the man, and tapped him on his shoulder. "Mr Cookie? Are you ok?" He asked gently, watching as the older man lifted his head from his hands, looking towards him with wide eyes.

Raj didn't expect that reaction. It seemed almost as if Mr Cookie was scared of him. Trying to reassure the man, Raj placed his hand on his chest to introduce himself. "I'm Raj and I'm three in December." He announced. Unfortunately that didn't seem to do anything as the man still watched him with big eyes.

Raj cringed to himself. Maybe he had said something wrong. Maybe he should just get straight to the point, seeing as though Mr Cookie probably already knew who he was.

But what could Mr Cookie be crying about? They were just about to have food so he shouldn't be sad about that, and there were lots of things to play with. Then it hit him. Maybe he should let Mr Sugar know. Raj put up his hand in Mr Cookies face as if to tell him to stop like a traffic controller. "Wait one minute! I'll be back!" He declared, before rushing off to find the short pink haired man.

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Yoongi couldn't believe it was his first day and he already wanted to quit. Sitting there beside a hyperactive little boy who wouldn't eat his food didn't make it any better. Yoongi watched as the boy continuously jumped off his small coloured chair onto the ground and then climbed back unto the chair to repeat the action. Despite the amount of times Yoongi had told him to stop, the boy wouldn't stop.

Was there an off button somewhere on this kid? When was he going to get tired of jumping on and off a chair? What in the juvenile brain thought jumping on a chair was a fun activity?

Groaning, Yoongi repositioned himself on the small children's chair he was practically squatting on and turned to the dark haired girl beside him, who was obediently eating her food. "What's his name?" He asked her as he pointed a thumb in the direction of the misbehaving boy.

The girl put down her fork and motioned for him to wait while she finished chewing. "His name is Duane. My name is Roshana." She answered matter-of-factly.

"Wonderful." Yoongi responded curtly as he turned to the curly, ombre haired boy. "Duane, would you stop that please?" He asked the boy nicely, telling himself if the child did it again he could just send the boy to sit in the corner for the next three hours.

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