So here is my attempt at this prompt... I was doing fairly well, but then... Just came to a halt becuase I honestly can't figure out what would happen. Hopefully I can add more to it later when more inspiration hits, but I almost doubt it.
I really never wanted this job. The screaming, pooping, fighting, crying, gooping, is just not my style. But I took it anyways because I know it will look good on college applications in the future. There are more kids here today than normal. Usually, the day care only cares for about 20 kids, but I can’t even begin to count all the little heads buzzing around my knees.
I sit in the corner with a little Asian boy, playing with cars going around in circles. He can’t talk yet, but gets angry when I pick up the wrong color of car. A small girl comes up to me and sits in my lap. I haven’t seen her before, but she looks really familiar. Her hair is thick and so blonde it’s almost white. She cups her hands over her mouth and leans up to my ear.
“Tell me a story?” She whispers before sitting back in my lap and staring at me, just waiting for an adventure to spill out of my mouth.
The Asian boy has run off to play with someone else, his attention span gone with the wind. I contemplate what kind of story to tell this kid. I’m no writer, and when I read it’s books about vampires slaughtering cities and books about dream-boy-music-stars who care only for themselves and not the music.
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