Priorities – Friday Fiction

by | Mar 28, 2014


‘Hello everyone, come on in and find a mat to sit down on.’ The music teacher welcomed her class to the first session of the morning.

A few of the three year olds were buzzing around the room in eager anticipation of what was to come, whilst others clung to their mothers unsure as to whether they should be enjoying themselves or not.

Sally, the class teacher, was used to seeing the different characters that came each week.
‘Hello, here comes Bob the Builder. Morning Henry, been building any houses recently?’
‘I’m not really Bob the Builder,’ said Henry, ‘It’s just pretend.’
‘Of course it is,’ said Sally, ‘silly me. But here’s Alyssa dressed as a princess. I bet you’re a real princess aren’t you?’
‘I am,’ said Alyssa, swishing her princess dress, ‘but my name’s not Alyssa its Belle.’
‘Oh dear,’ said Sally to the mums. ‘I’m not doing very well today am I?’
‘What about you, who are you today then?’ she said, looking at a little girl.
‘I’m Scarlett,’ said Scarlett.
‘Thank goodness for that,’ said Sally.
‘I got this,’ said Scarlett, thrusting something in front of Sally’s face.
‘And what is this?’ Sally asked looking interestingly at the object Scarlett was holding out.
‘It’s a High Schoolical Musical pen,’ said Scarlett proudly. ‘It’s from Katie, she’s a big girl.’
‘Her cousin,’ Scarlett’s mum filled in the gaps.
‘That’s a lovely pen, Scarlett. It’s a shame we’re not going to be doing any writing today otherwise you could use it’.

Scarlett and her mum went to sit down whilst Sally continued to welcome the other children.
‘You wouldn’t believe what she did this morning,’ said Scarlett’s mum to the lady sitting next to her. ‘She came in the bedroom saying ‘Mummy look, I’m wearing make-up.’
I was in a bit of a rush so I just said ‘that’s lovely darling’ without really looking. Then, just before we were about to go out, Scarlett came in crying and saying ‘mummy my lipstick’s stuck.’
I said ‘what do you mean ‘it’s stuck’? It turns out she put nail polish on her lips instead of lipstick and her lips were practically stuck together. Luckily it came off with some nail polish removal pads; otherwise I’d be in casualty right now explaining why I’d left my 3 year old unsupervised with a load of make-up. Not a good start to the day.’

The two ladies started laughing as they gave each other a ‘what are kids like’ kind of look.

‘Oh Caitlin it’s nice to see you,’ Sally said, looking at someone who had just walked in. ‘Are you coming to join us today? I haven’t seen you in a long time.’
‘Yes I hope that’s ok,’ said the lady who had brought Caitlin along with her own daughter. ‘We thought we’d give mum a rest. Caitlin, do you want to tell Sally what’s happened at home?’
‘Well….’ Caitlin, who thought of herself as a big grown up girl of 3 and a half, thought carefully about her answer. ‘My goldfish died,’ she blurted out.
‘Oh no,’ said Sally, trying not to laugh. ‘That’s terribly sad’.
‘But what about the other thing that’s happened?’ said the lady. ‘Why can’t your mummy take you out today?’
‘Oh,’ said Caitlin, with less enthusiasm, ‘my mummy had a baby.’
‘Well,’ said Sally, ‘I can imagine that losing a goldfish would be enough to make anyone want to stay at home as it’s so upsetting. And it’s much more important than a new baby isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ said Caitlin nodding in agreement, glad that somebody else understood.

‘Right then you lot, shall we get started,’ said Sally, ‘who wants to be the first one to come and stand up and tells us your name?’

And so the class began…

After half an hour of singing, dancing and banging and crashing of instruments Sally laid a blanket in the middle of the floor for the children to lie on.
‘Lovely quiet time children,’ she said to the class. ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if you could do this at home every time you wanted a bit of peace?’ she whispered to the mums.
They nodded and smiled in agreement, as they admired their children lying so still whilst the lullaby was playing. Once the song finished Sally said,
‘Right up you get, children. It’s time to sing our Goodbye song.’
The children and their parents finished singing and as they got up to leave, Sally began to welcome the next group,
‘Hello Thomas, what’s that you’ve brought with you today…’

And so another class began.

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  1. Bethany Hatheway

    It seems like a sweet little piece but I’m not sure what the point to it is. Is it part of a bigger story or is it just supposed to be a cute little snapshot of life?

    • Nicola Young

      You know how kids view life from a completely different view point? In this short half hour class, the teacher gets a snapshot of each child’s life and then they leave and the cycle begins again when the next class arrives. It is just a stand alone piece that looked at capturing a moment in time.

  2. zeudytigre

    The dead goldfish made me smile. It is good to be reminded that kids see the world very differently to adults. Nice piece 🙂

  3. Nicola Young

    Thanks, it’s actually based on a true story!

  4. Chaotically Yours

    Oh, dear. The part about the nail polish made me laugh. (I can imagine myself doing that as a small child…)

    I just found your blog while looking around for fiction blog hops. I’d love to join in on that. And I’ll spread the word. (I feel like I’ve lost a lot of fiction related link ups/hops lately. Makes me sad.)

    • Nicola Young

      That’s great news. It is very general. There are no prompts, as I wanted it to be a way of sharing stories and enjoying reading different writing styles. It is also a reminder for me not to neglect my fiction in favour of my other work!


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