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Jun. 7th, 2014 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fry_sandhu"Cooooo-eee! Alex!"
Fry ignores the high-pitched excited address. A few minutes later, there is a familiar smell of floral perfume, and a lady dressed entirely in pink comes up to him in the playground. He knows her as a teacher. But she's not his teacher, so that makes her irrelevant, and he carries on playing with his spinning toy.
"Alex dear, Mr Walker wants me to show you the class you'll be in next year, sweetheart, so you can get used to it and everything."
Fry moves slightly away from the perfume smell. Then, looking up, notices the lady is actually looking at him.
"I'm not Alex, Alex is a girl and she's over there." he supplies helpfully. "My name is Alexander Jefry Sandhu but I like to be called Fry."
"Fry it is, then." the woman says, beaming at him.
"I'm what?" Fry asks, blinking at her.
This exchange seems to confuse the teacher, so she just beams at him again.
"Would you like to come and see your new classroom for next year, dear?"
Fry isn't sure about this. For one thing, it's Friday, and normally on Friday lunch time he plays in the playground. For another, he can't remember this lady's name, and Dad has some very strong words on strangers at the moment.
"You're a stranger. I'm not allowed to go with strangers." he says after a moment.
"I'm Mrs Pink... you must have seen me around the school, Fry, you've been here for three years." the woman says. "So I'm not a stranger, okay? But good boy for thinking of it."
Fry runs off to ask the playground monitor if it's okay to go with Mrs Pink. Once he has confirmed that she isn't a stranger and doesn't get shot out of a cannon, he goes with her into the Infants 3 classroom.
"So this is where you'll be next year." Mrs Pink says.
"Which is my seat?" Fry asks.
"Oh, well you can pick any seat you like, dear, which do you fancy?"
Fry stares around the room.
Twenty four desks seats one to four by door against wall clock above ticking annoying five to eight in middle people pushing past would see picture on wall how body works body parts are gross nine to twelve under electric light flickering three times a minute thirteen to sixteen direct view of window too hot don't like being hot seventeen to twenty near door to infants 1 noisy but against wall twenty to twenty four near teacher's desk would have to have the smell but not noisy and not bright.
"I could sit near you if you can get rid of the smell." he offers.
He wonders whether he's going to get told off. But instead the teacher laughs, which tells him it's okay to tell people that they smell.
"That's just perfume, sweetheart, it's what grown up ladies wear."
"Then I can't sit there. Which is my seat?"
Fry ignores the high-pitched excited address. A few minutes later, there is a familiar smell of floral perfume, and a lady dressed entirely in pink comes up to him in the playground. He knows her as a teacher. But she's not his teacher, so that makes her irrelevant, and he carries on playing with his spinning toy.
"Alex dear, Mr Walker wants me to show you the class you'll be in next year, sweetheart, so you can get used to it and everything."
Fry moves slightly away from the perfume smell. Then, looking up, notices the lady is actually looking at him.
"I'm not Alex, Alex is a girl and she's over there." he supplies helpfully. "My name is Alexander Jefry Sandhu but I like to be called Fry."
"Fry it is, then." the woman says, beaming at him.
"I'm what?" Fry asks, blinking at her.
This exchange seems to confuse the teacher, so she just beams at him again.
"Would you like to come and see your new classroom for next year, dear?"
Fry isn't sure about this. For one thing, it's Friday, and normally on Friday lunch time he plays in the playground. For another, he can't remember this lady's name, and Dad has some very strong words on strangers at the moment.
"You're a stranger. I'm not allowed to go with strangers." he says after a moment.
"I'm Mrs Pink... you must have seen me around the school, Fry, you've been here for three years." the woman says. "So I'm not a stranger, okay? But good boy for thinking of it."
Fry runs off to ask the playground monitor if it's okay to go with Mrs Pink. Once he has confirmed that she isn't a stranger and doesn't get shot out of a cannon, he goes with her into the Infants 3 classroom.
"So this is where you'll be next year." Mrs Pink says.
"Which is my seat?" Fry asks.
"Oh, well you can pick any seat you like, dear, which do you fancy?"
Fry stares around the room.
Twenty four desks seats one to four by door against wall clock above ticking annoying five to eight in middle people pushing past would see picture on wall how body works body parts are gross nine to twelve under electric light flickering three times a minute thirteen to sixteen direct view of window too hot don't like being hot seventeen to twenty near door to infants 1 noisy but against wall twenty to twenty four near teacher's desk would have to have the smell but not noisy and not bright.
"I could sit near you if you can get rid of the smell." he offers.
He wonders whether he's going to get told off. But instead the teacher laughs, which tells him it's okay to tell people that they smell.
"That's just perfume, sweetheart, it's what grown up ladies wear."
"Then I can't sit there. Which is my seat?"
