A Date with Detention [COMPLETED Short Story]

PreSchool

[A/N: this is dedicated to my old kiwi friend lessie_loo!! Say 'Hi' to everyone back home for me, miss you!]

= Preschool =

I could hear 'Humpty Dumpty' be sung as I concentrated on my masterpiece. Children were running, screaming and making all sorts of loud nonsense with their toys while I sat here making patterns with the green crayon in my hand. I was in my own world full of green butterflies and flowers, when all of a sudden a little boy with a bucket around his head drummed a plastic sword on the table I was drawing on.

"Hello!" the little boy gave me a toothless grin. "You're pwetty!"

I looked at the little boy. He was the one people would call 'Scott'. He was the one teachers would yell at for making too much noise and he was the one that always made the other boys and girls cry. In other words, he was a dumdum. I decided to ignore him and get back to my drawing.

When I began colouring in the green grass, he grabbed the crayon I had and snatched it out of my hand.

"Hey! What're you doing? That was mine!" I tried getting the crayon back, but he stood up on a chair and held it above my head.

"No it isn't" he said.

"Is so!"

"Is not!"

"Is so!"

"Is nooooot!"

"Is so! Now give it back, you dumdum." I screamed, trying hard to reach up to the crayon.

"No! Make me." He challenged, giving me a cheeky grin. I huffed and glared at the boy with so much hate.

As much as I wanted to push him off that stupid chair, I couldn't. Something like that would give me a naughty sticker next to my name and I didn't want that, so instead I decided to be the bigger person, and walk away.

I took a different shade of green in my hand and continued drawing. It wasn't as pretty as the other green that dumdum stole from me, but it was close enough.

"Hey girl. Hellow girl? What are you do-wing girl? Don't you want your cwayon back? Hellow girl? Do you have cooties?" I clenched the crayon I had in my hand and glared back at the dumdum.

"No." I drew out.

"Yes you do. Awwwwll girls have cooties." I rolled my eyes and continued on with my drawing. He's a fat dummy, I said to myself. He's the fattest, fat dummy in the whole wide world!

Why did he have to take my crayon in the first place?

I turned my head around and saw him looking down while he was trying to hide whatever it was he was drawing. He finally finished, and held his work up with a satisfied grin.

It had the words; 'WiLl yOu maRry mE?' written messily with my favourite shade of green. It took me a moment to read this, seeing as some of the letters were bigger than the others and some were back to front, but also because I was still learning how to read.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted by flipping the page over to show me two boxes, each with the words 'yEs' and 'nO' next to them. I gaped at Scott.

"Mawwy me, pwetty girl!" I stared back at the boy with a shocked expression and ran off crying. I told the teacher what the little boy had done to make me cry, but Scott butted in and said 'I stole her cwayon because she stole my sword'.

The teacher -being a teacher -felt it was fair if we were both given naughty stickers on the 'Naughty or Nice' list, and ten minutes on the time out chair. This made me cry even more.

I sat with my arms folded across my chest, glaring at the little boy, Scott, for getting me into trouble.

I sniffed and turned around so I couldn't see his ugly, dumdum face again.

[The photo on the side is character pictures of Bridget and Scott. Aren't they cute!]