Scomiche Oneshots

Untitled Part 1

POV Mitch

The truck rolls back and forth. The truck is bright yellow. It is a dump truck. The truck is driven by a man in a hat. The hat is also yellow. It's a hard hat.

The truck rolls back and forth. The truck parks by the bed. It picks up passengers in the back of the truck. A dog. A rabbit. A Barbie doll. A monkey. A crocodile. The back of the truck is crowded. They make it work. The truck drives again.

The truck zooms. It crashes into the wall. The passengers jolt but they are ok. The truck rolls back and forth, bumping into the wall every time.

The truck stops. The back lifts up and all the passengers fall out on top of each other. They're okay though.

I paused when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. It sounded like the footsteps of my dad. I heard a masculine voice call out my name. I was right.

My dad opened the door and I continued playing with my truck. He came next to me and knelt down to my level.

"Whatcha doing, buddy?" He asked.

"Playing with my truck," I replied, rolling the thing back and forth on the carpet. "I just dropped off these passengers."

My dad chuckled quietly. He was still here though. I answered his question and now how do I get him to leave?

He cleared his throat so I guess that means there's more.

"The first day of kindergarten is tomorrow, huh?"

I looked up in thought. Today was Monday, Labor Day, and tomorrow was Tuesday. The first day of school falls after Labor Day. So that is correct.

"Yes," I said, with a nod.

"Are you excited? You'll be having so much fun and making so many new friends," my dad said.

I shrugged. I was too busy thinking about what we had for dinner today to think about school. My mom made Mac and Cheese. It was so good. Then I had the idea to have my own make-believe dinner. Where was that cooking set of mine?

"Well... okay. Get your pajamas on and your mother and I will help you to bed at nine."

Nine? As in nine o'clock? "That's wrong. Bedtime's at ten o'clock. I go to sleep at ten."

"Yes, but you have a big day tomorrow and you'll need all the rest you can get. You don't want to be tired at school, right?"

"But my bedtime's at ten."

My dad sighed. "Mitch, can you please look me in the eye? Your new bedtime is at nine. So please get your pajamas on. I'll get them for you."

He stood up and walked toward my dresser. He pulled open the drawer on the top right corner. From it he took out my Charlie Brown pajamas.

"I need my SpongeBob pajamas." I wore my Charlie Brown ones yesterday.

With a roll of his eyes, he replaced the pajamas and handed me the SpongeBob ones instead.

"Okay, you get changed and we'll be right up to kiss you goodnight."

My dad tousled my hair before walking out of the room shutting the door behind him. I didn't like having my hair messy.

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I was lying in bed with a covers over me, and my mom and dad kneeling on either side of me. I had my stuffed dog, rabbit, monkey, crocodile, and Barbie doll with me.My mom had her fingers running idly through my hair as she stared off in the space. Their closeness comforted me.