"Vicki Owen! Please come and seat yourself inside the waiting room," a loud, foreboding voice called out from behind the dull, grey colored door.
Vicki got up with a breathy little sigh and started to walk to the door. She tried opening it in vain and then stood aside for somebody else to open it instead. She took the hand of the man who had just opened it and trotted inside with a determined look.
As soon as she had gotten inside, she flashed a smile at every single person in the room, making sure that everybody could see her, and pointed at a scruffy little boy, who was snuffling into his teddy bear. He immediately sat up, his back straight and his teddy bear forgotten.
She pointed to the floor and he got off the chair, looking disappointed. Nobody murmured when she clambered up onto the chair and then pointed to the floor again. The boy sat on the floor and began to suck his thumb.
Her family always said that she had a way of making people listen to her. It was a shame that she could never make them listen to her. They were, sadly, immune to her charms.
"Papa!" Vicki called, with a grim look on her face, her usually twinkling grey eyes stern.
"Yes, darling?" the man she had walked in with asked.
"Papa, do I have to go? It's not compolusery, is it?" she asked with the all the charms of a four year old girl.
"Yes, sweetie, you do," her father replied, running a hand through his shiny red hair.
She began to sulk and stared straight ahead at a new door, with a shiny gold handle. She liked that handle. Perhaps she would ask her father for one.
"Vicki Owen! Please come in!" the foreboding voice called from inside.
She got up and smoothed down the folds of her dress. Her carefree childhood was over. The future was unalterable. She would have to go to school.
Vicki got up with a breathy little sigh and started to walk to the door. She tried opening it in vain and then stood aside for somebody else to open it instead. She took the hand of the man who had just opened it and trotted inside with a determined look.
As soon as she had gotten inside, she flashed a smile at every single person in the room, making sure that everybody could see her, and pointed at a scruffy little boy, who was snuffling into his teddy bear. He immediately sat up, his back straight and his teddy bear forgotten.
She pointed to the floor and he got off the chair, looking disappointed. Nobody murmured when she clambered up onto the chair and then pointed to the floor again. The boy sat on the floor and began to suck his thumb.
Her family always said that she had a way of making people listen to her. It was a shame that she could never make them listen to her. They were, sadly, immune to her charms.
"Papa!" Vicki called, with a grim look on her face, her usually twinkling grey eyes stern.
"Yes, darling?" the man she had walked in with asked.
"Papa, do I have to go? It's not compolusery, is it?" she asked with the all the charms of a four year old girl.
"Yes, sweetie, you do," her father replied, running a hand through his shiny red hair.
She began to sulk and stared straight ahead at a new door, with a shiny gold handle. She liked that handle. Perhaps she would ask her father for one.
"Vicki Owen! Please come in!" the foreboding voice called from inside.
She got up and smoothed down the folds of her dress. Her carefree childhood was over. The future was unalterable. She would have to go to school.
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