Chapter 12 DCFC Featured Story

In this day care, I made a rule where all staffs would be gathered in one room every saturday. This is for them to recite their original bed time story. The best one would be featured in the 'Day Care Fun Care Special Story' every 3 pm for the whole week. And now, it is Beth's turn. I opened the folded paper she gave me and read it out loud. Once upon a time in a far away land, there was this young woman who loved a young man for years. She helped him with all his women and endured the pain. Eventually she died. The End. "What is this?" I asked out loud, raising my head and faced Beth with a frown. "Titanic's sequel?" She laughed, yes, laughed. Noticing my serious stare, she smirked, "What? It's my original bed time story." "But that's so tragedic..." Charlie looked sad, "And that's so unrealistic. Don't tell me that the young man never noticed her feelings! He'll be the most idiotic person to ever live!" Oh really bruh? Beth raised an eye brow, "There are a lot of idiotic people in this world then." "U-huh?" Charlie scoffed, "Show me one." She snorted, "Look at the mirror." "Huh?" He asked with pure confusion, "I don't get you." Changing the topic, I cleared my throat before smiling in tense. "Okay, either way. No Beth, this story is not going to be told by anyone in front of children in a day care." "But that's reality! Unless if that girl changed it and grew some manly balls and admits that she liked her bestfriend-" I cut her off, brushing her advice aside. "That's the problem, it's too realistic." "Oh I know, what about let's go with my story then?" Charlie suggested, wiggling his eye brows. I looked at him dryly, "You technically just rewrote Goldilocks, but you changed her name to Silverstraight and replaced the bears with hares." "What? It was still a nice story!" His arms flew, making his wings push back with it. Sally, a staff of DCFC, sarcastically said, "Becareful Charlie, your wings might get broken!" "Thank you Sally!" Charlie grinned, thanking her sincerely. He patted his wings properly and wiggled his butt on his seat. "Where did you get your oblivious personality from?" Beth told him with wide eyes. "People said that I got a little of it from my mom." He shrugged. A little times 2. Coughing, I raised my head and smiled. "Anyways, Kelsey, your story please." --------->>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Baby we built this house of memories, Take my picture now, shake it till you see it, And when your fantasies, become your legacy, Prooomise me a place, In a house of memories. I danced through out the song, loving Brendon Urie's amazing voice. If you guys aren't aware, I love Panic! At The Disco. I love how loyal and dedicated the only remaining member of the group is, aka Brendon. His vocal is so high that it's higher than sky itself. The song ended with me panting in air. Inhaling a huge amount of air, I jumped down from my office desk and fixed me long pants. "That was a sight to see." I jumped in shock. Turning around I faced that butt hole itself. "Dean." I frowned, crossing my arms.