The Book of Life x Reader

A Museum? Again?

The early afternoon sun beats down on the museum, a red flag furling in the wind as a man in his mid-to-late 50s stands on the steps, waiting patiently for the last tour he had to do for that day. He pulls out a pocket watch and checks the time.

"Last tour of the day." he mumbles to himself, putting away the watch and pulling out a small blue sign that reads 'TOUR GUIDE'.

"I wonder why nobody wants them." he questions himself as he hears the screeching of bus tires pulling up.

He shields his face as the bus comes to a sudden halt in front of him. 5 kids sit at the windows, looking at him in amusement as a young boy with purple hair launches spit balls at him.

"Bull's-eye!" he exclaims, pointing at the old man with a smile as the other kids laugh.

The old man peels the spit ball off his forehead and groans in disgust trying to flick it off his fingers. The kids start filing out of the bus starting with a raven haired girl with skates.

"Hi, super old guy!" a little blond girl with a big red bow in her hair and a little doll in her arms exclaims in joy, waving at the poor old man.

The purple haired kid and a curly blond headed boy climb out after the little girl, bored looks on their faces.

A brunette boy with bangs covering his right eye asks "A museum? Again?" as he walks down the steps of the bus while rolling his eyes.

The old man hides behind his tour guide sign, visible discomfort on his face as he looks at the delinquents, shuddering in fear.

"Ugh, I hate stuff." the purple haired boy claims while the other kids look at the old man as if he is the dirt they walk on. All except the little girl who is excited to be here.

"Oh boy." the old man mutters as he hides behind his sign even more.

Behind him, a red haired woman elegantly walks down the steps of the museum. "It's ok Thomas." she says in a smooth and calming voice.

"I'll take them." she smiles at him as he looks at her with hope and disbelief.

"A-are you sure?" he questions, stuttering before he uses his sign to cover up his mouth while whispering to the red haired woman, Mary, "I think these are the detention kids." before he grunts as another spit ball is hurled at the side of his face, the kids cheering by the bus at the solid hit.

"Don't you worry, I can handle them." she says while looking at the kids as Thomas hides behind the sign again. "You go take your break." she says in a sweet voice as she places a hand on his head.

Thomas manages to hoarsely croak out a small "Thanks." to Mary as he quickly runs away.

The brunette spits 3 spit balls at the lady which she blocks with her own tour guide sign whilst still looking at the retreating Thomas. She twirls the sign so it says 'FOLLOW ME' while she smiles and exclaims to the children in front of her, "Follow me, kids."

All the kids look at each other in question as Mary walks away from them towards the museum. They climb the steps and make it to the door but instead of going inside, Mary walks to the right.

"Yo, lady, the museum door is that way." the brunette, who seems to be the leader of this ragtag team of misfits, tells the guide while pointing at the door.

The red headed tour guide arches her brow as she looks back at the kids. "Yes, it is, but you aren't like the other kids. Oh, no, no, no. You . . . need to see something special." she says to the kids as she walks a little bit further down the wall before bending down a bit and smiling at them.