Imagines by rayraynicki

Mindless Daycare 1-4-3: Superman

Mindless Daycare 1-4-3 is a small daycare that loves children and takes care of them.

Our stars of this story is little bahja Rodriguez of five years old and her younger brother of three years old name Craig Johnson. Both of the children have different fathers. Mr. Johnson, Craig’s daddy took care of them most of the time whereas Mr. Rodriguez was more of a deadbeat dad. Vincent Herbert owns Mindless Daycare 1-4-3. It was his dream to start a daycare business. He loved kids, but didn’t have any of his own. It was late one night when he was doing inventory of the items in the daycare. It was pouring down rain and there was much thunder. Here is their story.

{Narrator’s POV}

One night bahja and Craig were dropped off in front of a building. If you drove passed the center you could see that in the front window there was some light shown signifying that someone was inside. (They’re parents got fed up with them and decided to give them away. They thought that the building was an orphanage but it turned out to be a daycare center. Before they drove off the daddy had knocked on the door so that the owner could let the kids in and that they would raise their children.

(thunder and lightning) BANG, CRACKLE, BOOOOOOM! *flash flash*

The poor children covered their ears as they cried. Thank goodness that the center had awning out front and a green mat so that they would be dry. They were frighten and didn't know what to do. Since bahja was older she took it upon herself to bang on the door because whoever was on the other side had to be a decent person more than her parents. After a few pounds the two waited as Craig was frightened of the storm and the darkness around them. He hugged onto bahja as tight as he could. The hug took her by surprise as she smiled and massaged his head and kissed his forehead.

{Bahja’s POV}

Bahja: Don’t worry Craig. I’ll take care of you and make sure that we will be ok. We don’t need our parents. Maybe someone inside this building will be our new parents.

Craig: *looks up at bahja* Do you think so ba-ba?

Bahja: *nods head* I know so craigy eggy!

(thunder and lightning) CRACKLE-CRACKLE-BOOM-BOOM! *double flash* *small flash*

I hope they hurry up and answer the door. I looked inside the building to see if anyone was coming.

{Vincent’s POV}

It was 11 pm and I heard somebody knocking on the front door and I was nervous at first. It sounded like a drive by without the gun shots. I peeked outside the curtains and I saw no one. No car, nothing. The suspense was killing me so I got up to see to if anyone was there. I kept a little gun in my desk in case I needed to proceed with self-defense, but I don’t think I would need that tonight. So I grabbed my wooden baseball. I walked closer and closer to the door. The only lights that were in the building were in the front office where I was sitting the rest were off. I was so caught up in inventory that I forgot to turn them on. I approached the door as it had two slits for windows and I looked out of each. I couldn’t see anyone as I looked up at the sky and saw bright flashes of light and decided to open the door.

Me: ALRIGHT YOU CROOK. WHEREVER YOU ARE, COME OUT SO I CAN SEE YOU?

(thunder and lightning) *CRACKLE-CRACKLE-BOOM BOOM*

I shook my head as I didn’t see anyone so I just closed the door. Maybe I was hearing things. There was a sudden bang on the door, I turned around and raised my bat up in the air. When I reopened the door I still saw no one. Ok so I’m not hearing things. Someone is actually out here but I didn’t see them. They must think I’m dumb and that I was being pranked. Probably some rowdy teens in the area. Before I closed the door for a second time I felt a tug on my pants from below. I looked down and saw two small children. I was confused as to why they were out here at such a late time. These poor kids should be at home sleeping in nice comfortable beds. The girl was wearing a pink outfit that consisted of a sweater and some sweatpants and wore her hair in a small ponytail while the boy had on a white tee and blue jean pants with a faded cut.

???: Excuse me sir, but can you let us in? It’s cold out here---

???: And it’s dawk and scawy and the sky is making loud noises.

???: And we have no place to go.

Me: Where did you come from? How did you get here?

???: Our parents dropped us off here.

Me: But why?

???: Mommy and daddy are really bad people.

*sighs* that’s awful. How do I know that these kids are not runaways?

Me: Come on in. Let’s get you inside.

???: Thank you sir.

???: tank yu

Me: you’re both welcome. *closes door*

???: Why do you have baseball bat sir?

Me: Oh this? I’m sorry, I was kind of afraid too. You see someone was knocking on the door and I heard a car drive off from my window and I thought that it was a big scary burglar.

???: oh no not a scawy burger.

Me: *chuckles* No, not a burger like a hamburger that you eat. More like a bad guy in the TV shows.

???: Oh. I see. So you thought we were bad guys? That’s why you had the baseball bat?

Me: Why yes of course. *places bat back into the corner* Why don’t you kids have a seat over by the bench over there.

???: ok. Come on Craig let’s go over and sit down in the nice guy’s chair.

???: *bounces up and down and runs with his fingers in his mouth* chair, chair, chair, chair. Let’s all sit down in the chair. *kicks legs playfully in the chair*

I chuckled because they were so cute and grabbed my chair and brought it over by the kids so that I could get to know them a bit.

Me: So tell me a little about yourselves. What are your names? Except you little mister *points at Craig* I know your name already.

Craig: *gasps* you know my name? I didn’t tell you yet. *turns to girl* ba-ba *points to vince* the nice guy knows my name.

Ba-ba: *nods head* yes craigy eggy, because I said it and he heard me. *giggles*

Craig: *turns around* Wow. You must be supaman.

Me: *chuckles* no, I’m not superman. I’m just a normal guy like you guys.

Craig: *shakes his head* un-un. *points at Vincent* you’re supaman. Do you know why?

Me: *smiles* why?

Craig: *leans forward and whispers* Because supaman has supapowas and he can hear ppl talking.

Me: *chuckles* I like superman. Superman is cool.

Ba-ba: Yea, my little brother Craig loooooves him some superman.

Craig kicks around and shouts: SUPAMAAAAAN, SUPAMAAAAAAAAAAN, HE’S MY FRIEND NAME SUPAMAAAAN.

I chuckled and looked at both of them. They seemed like cool kids, but why would their parents drop them off here?

Ba-ba: I think you’re superman too.

Me: really why?

Ba-ba: Because you saved us from the dark, loud and scary noises from outside.

Craig: and our mommy and daddy.

Hmm, maybe I am superman after all. I didn’t need superpowers to do that. I felt special.