DEAR UNCLE ROBOT

CHAPTER 1

      Hanna smiled again as the little boy came limping toward her, dragging along his pants that were now circled around his ankles. Even from two feet away, she could perceive that horrendous smell. It hung like an invisible veil over him and as he got closer to her, the stronger it became.

       The smile on her face was superficial and so was her claim about loving her job and promises to be dedicated to it. It was already a month and she now knows why the others had resigned quickly.

    He stopped in the doorway, and she was glad he didn't step any further, and at the mere sight of him, the entire classroom went wild with laughter. Fingers were pointed at him and the boy's face turned pink with embarrassment. He hung his head and clung to the door for support.

      Hanna flung herself up from the chair and slammed the picture book against the table. She walked briskly and stood at the center of the class. Some of the students noticed her and the rest didn't until she was striking the stick against one of the desks. Slowly, the noise subdued and she sighed deeply.

      " This is a classroom for Christ sake "

She mumbled and turned to face the culprit. He had hidden himself behind the wall outside the room but that repulsive smell was still there.

    Hanna walked out of the room and he followed her without being asked to. As they passed the other classrooms, a wave of muffled laughter drifted after them. Once in the restroom, Hanna waited impatiently for the boy to step in. Then, with a hand over her nose, she slammed the door shut.

     She had been warned beforehand about the implications of working as a teacher at a private school, especially as a grade one teacher and to a bunch of kids. The pay had been mouth watering then and she had been suprised when she was hired the next day. A list of all past teachers of that particular class was given to her, without the knowledge of the principal, of course, by the other teachers because they ' felt pity for her '. Of all the teachers in the school and those who had resigned after two days, she was so far the youngest, being in her twenties and had a whole lot of time ahead of her....

    Now, here she was, struggling to get the shitty pants off a three years old boy. He wasn't making it easy for her though for he had been positioned in a way that it would only take a miracle not to get a speck of his poo on her skin.

   " Put your leg up, Henry "

  She said, trying her best not to get angry. In her head, she was trying to come up with a perfect reason for a resignation letter. She had seen enough and wanted out. The school could decide not to pay her and that won't be her problem. She wasn't born just to wipe the shit off the ass of some kids that weren't related to her in anyway possible. It was already Friday and she had already escorted ten to eleven of her students to the washroom within the past four days.

    Henry made no effort to make his favourite teacher angry for he knew what he did was wrong. His whole body was covered in his mess and he barely knew how it happened. But he was sure that spaghetti and beans was behind it. It had happened so fast..and had felt like his ass would explode if he didn't....

     " You are a boy, Henry..."

Hanna said, plunging his stained pants into the washing machine. He tilted his head up and managed to stare at her but she wasn't aware.

    "....now what would the girls think when a boy like you can't control his bowels? ....Step into the tub "

   Silently, he obeyed her and climbed into the bath tub with his head bowed and he squatted in the middle. Hanna reached out and turned on the shower. The little boy shuddered repeatedly as warm water poured down on his naked body.