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"Oh, dear! What are you still doing inside?"
You look up from the floor to see who was talking to you. There is a paper right in front of you filled with messy doodles and colours, crayon mashed throughout the page. Your hands seem to be infected with marker and mess! Your face, too...
"Isn't it outside time now? Let's join the others, sweetheart!"
You hear footsteps start to walk up to you, and the familiar sight of Ms. C enters your vision. She kneels down to you in order to see you clearer. Her dress grazes the carpet you both currently sat on, the number 7 just beneath her knees.
The classroom was bright and dazzling in the afternoon light. There were long tables with so many chairs! And they were right behind you and you can go on them whenever you wanted! But, currently, you sat on the carpet in the front of the room. If you were looking straight, your gaze would have found the whiteboards in the front of the room, which were littered by doodles from all of your classmates and you!
Ms. C notices the crayon smudged on your face and you can see her face turn up into a smile of sorts. The bottom of her eye lifts in what would be a fond grin if she had a mouth. She leans over to wipe some of the acrylic on the side of your mouth away, but by the look on her face you can sell it didn't exactly work.
"Oh, dear... Let's go was that off, shall we?" Ms. C suggests, raising from her kneeled position and lending out a hand out to you to grab. Before actually taking her hand, you glance back at your drawing, and then glance at your hand.
You still hold a red crayon tightly in your grasp. Your hands are bigger than a toddler's, but that wont stop you from being happy and becoming one for a few hours.
Before you can even put much thought into it, you shove the crayon in your mouth and grab Ms. C's outstretched hand.
When you finally look back up to her, she has a soft expression on her face. She attempts to speak to you, but you cant hear her over the crunching of the wax between your teeth.
"-low me!" You think you hear her say, but you can't spend time to really think about it all before you're being dragged and find yourself at the sink at the end of the classroom.
Ms. C takes her time cleaning you up. You don't care. You like the attention.
Once finished, she leans down and presses her face to your forehead in what you can only assume is a kiss!
You begin to blush and a small giggle escapes your mouth. 'Ms. C is the best!' you think, taking her hand in your own. Her's are soft and sweet, while yours are damp and still slightly soapy from washing them a minute ago.
You both walk out to the playground, and you find yourself shocked with how colourful it all is. You have a new thing to draw later!