The Land Of The Misfits

Chapter 1: The Fifth category

"Holly? Holly."

Holly Claus was an eleven year old girl, who desired only but to be alone once in awhile.
She was always feeding the reindeer,
Or making toys with an elf.
Or helping her father, Nicholas Claus, organize his lists.
She had never been given the chance to explore, but that was all she ever wanted.
At the moment, she was being called on by her school teacher, Mr. Jingles.
She, was daydreaming.
She would daydream about the quiet whistle of the wind in her ears.
Or the crunch of her boots in the snow.
Or, she'd think of all the awful names the elves were given.
There's Bobble, and Tinsel, and Ribbon.
Jingle, and Jangle. Why, there's even a Stocking, I believe.
She'd think to herself.

"Ms. Claus, am I needed to talk to your father if this unwanted behaviour, once again."

Holly moved her eyes forward to the dusty blackboard in front of her.

If there were other children in this class I may actually have time to daydream.

But there wasn't.
Holly was the only child in the workshop. The others were her parents, elves, and reindeer.

Holly groaned, and answered to Mr. Jingle.

"The five main categories of living things in the North Pole are people, toys, elves, and reindeer."

"Thank you Holly." Mr. Jingle turned back to the board and began jotting things down.
But then Holly got a remarkable thought, that she'd never gotten before.

"What's number five?"

"Pardon?"
Mr. Jingle looked shocked at the question.

"There are five categories, but you've only told me four. So what's number five?"

Mr. Jingle looked nervously at the clock.
11:59 am

He stuttered.

The clock struck twelve o' clock and without hesitation, he picked up the school bell and rung it.

"I shall see you on Monday, Holly."

She rolled her eyes and walked out the door.