--Daycare--

Name:Lark
Age: hmm, 8
Gender: Male
Appearence: Little boy with black curls and blue eyes. Small and skinny, and adorable.
Other: Just lost his parents so he's a little shy. A big goof ball if you can get him to talk to you.

Name: Grace
Age: 6
Gender: Female
Appearence: Short, pixie cut blond hair, gray eyes. Tan and small.
Other: She throws really bad temper tantrums when things don't go her way, mainly when others don't listen to her. Has a really bad potty mouth when mad.

Name:Riddle
Age: 5
Gender:Girl
Appearence: Big red eyes, shock of white hair cut in an asymetrical bob...wickedly tiny...teeny tiny combat boots...both her legs are completely intact...She has some duct tape bandaids spattered across her.
Other: Is saner than you know her.

INVISIMORT...

Wakling through the door, Mr.Face stopped dead. It was too big. Far too big. "Come on...The sky doesn't bite. I promise..."I said, grabbing a hand.

Riddle ran striaght through the door, and smacked into the back of my legs. "You stopped walking!" She told me, completely shocked.

"Yes. Hold on...or...erm...Just keep wakling up until you reach that purple door...I'll catch up in a second." Riddle was the most hideously impatient child I had ever met. She wanted something...the magic word was 'NOW'.
"Come on..." I pulled a bit on Mr.Face's arm, trying to get him to leave the room.

She rocketed out from behind me, turning cartwheels down the hall...Very bad...bad cartwheels. I smiled at that.
"No. I can't see out there. I don't know what's out there. I don't want to go out there. I want to go home." Even though his voice as far from deadpan, he delivered the whole little monologue without a single facial expression. He hadn't learned what those were yet.

"You can't stay at home...Come on. I'll be here. Riddle will be...Erm...Probably fifty feet in front of us...You can click..." I suggested. This could be an exersise in spatial relations, I thought to myself.

As soon as he heard that he was not allowed to stay home, he dropped my hand and turned...sort of towards me...He couldn't really tell exactly where I was I don't think. "So...Is this going to be another 1st grade?" He asked, completely serious. "I'll bite." He threatened, also dead serious.

"This is not another first grade. Ok? I know that sucked." I did not want to be bitten...By those point pointy teeth. "This is going to be fun. Come on. I'll keep a running narrative so you can at least see me...Ok?" I tried to be comforting.

"COME ON!!" Riddle yelled down the hallway.

Mr.Face reluctantly grabbed my hand again, and took a hesitant step into the hallway. He was quite tall for a 7 year old...Nearly hitting my shoulder. So...Maybe something just shy of five feet? Ish? He froze up a bit, and a very loud clicking started up. I started walking...having to keep myself going terribly slowly for him.

"You're so SLOW INVISIMORT!!" Riddle called down the hallway. The resulting echoes cause Mr.Face to look straight up, towards the high ceilings.

"How high is that?" He asked as we walked.

"Like...20 feet or something...I don't know...It changes I think." I told him, and he paled even further...erm...Somehow.

"It...Changes?" He asked anxiously. That was...Horrible for him. It meant he couldn't memorize the place.

"Yes yes...It's not too bad. Don't worry. I'm here...Ranting nonsense." We rounded a corned coming upon the door I wanted. I walked in, With Riddle already five feet ahead.

Mr.Face looked terribly relieved to be standing in a real room again.

Bells

"Come on!" i muttered pulling on Grace's hand as she clung to every door they passed. "I'm gonna be late for class!"
"Nu'huh I'm not going to any #@#@ daycare!" Grace shouted and Lark snickered from a little down the hall.
"Don't just stand there! Are you going to help me?" I asked twisting my head around so I could see him but still have ahold of Grace.
He cocked his head to the side as if in serious thought, "No."
"Ugh, Lark!" I called after him, still tugging on Grace as he walked down the hall. "Come back here!"
He shrugged, "I thought we were going to daycare."
"You are."
"Then why do I have to come back?"
"Because, because I said so!"
"Thats not an answer."
"It is now get back here!"
Grace threw herself to the ground and started crying. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Well sweetheart that was a dumb move, now I can carry you." i informed her and swung her over her shoulder. "Lets go." i told Lark and we found the room.

Name: Ezra Cox
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Appearence: Longish black hair, hangs in his unnaturally dark eyes. Wearing black shorts and a black tee shirt.
Other: You should know his abilities....these were the days when he still was trying to win his father's approval.

Gh
I sighed, pulling Ezra through the door.

"Why do I have to go? You know I don't like to...to...socil...socailize!" he said, trying to get the word right.

"You need to make friends and get away from your dad."

"But my daddy loves me!" He said pouting.

I felt bad for this kid, giving him a sympathetique look I handed him a lolipop. "Just...go play," I told him before quickly ducking out the door. A lincoln log had almost hit me. "I'll be back!"

(I'm tempted to bring Tommy in....)

Bells

Grace was slamming her fists against my back, Lark watching with amusement.
"If your not going to help me then just go play!" I managed trying to wrestle Grace off of me. He shrugged and walked off.
"Grace," I told her managing to slip her off my back and in front of me. "You need to behave. I can't just get out of class and come get you."
She pouted, "I'm not staying here."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Nu-uh."
"yes-huh."
"Nu-uh."

Ezra walked over to the girl pounding on the lady's back. "Who are you? My name's Ezra...and I have to stay here because Gh made me." he said, frowning a bit.

Bells

Grace glanced at Ezra, still pouting. "I'm Grace and Bells says I gotta stay but I ain't gonna."
I sighed and stood up straight. "We're not discussing this anymore. You're staying."
Grace glared at everything around her. "Thats stupid."
"Thats life."
"Life's stupid."
"Glad you think so." I said and she glared at me.
Turning to Ezra she puffed out her lip, looking miserable. "Bells is mean."

((Who's tommy? *tilts head curiously*))

"Gh is mean," he sighed, looking at the uneatten lolipop. He offered it to her, "Want it?"

Grace nodded entustiastically, "Uh-huh. Thanks!" She snatched the lollipop and proceeded to stick it in her mouth. I sighed.
"Well, I guess that fixes this problem, " I turned to head out the door and saw Lark standing in my way.
"What is it?"
"Are you leaving?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"Cause I have to."
Lark paused, "Why?"
"To go to class, please, just make sure Grace doesn't get into any trouble."

(my other ghost, Andrew's best friend friend from when they were ten. He (Tommy) drowned, he fell in the water.)

"Who's that?" asked Ezra, pointing to the kid blocking the door.

(Oh, coolio. Grace is a ghost in her book but she hasn't died yet now. She dies when she's nine.))

Grace looked up, "Thats Lark, he likes making Bells mad." She giggled, "I like doing that too."

Lark rolled his eyes, "I ain't watchin' her. She's got cooties!"
I sighed, "Really Lark? Cooties?"
He nodded totally serious. "I could die."
"Just watch her." I told him and stepped around him to the door.

"I'm Ezra," said Ezra, turning to the boy. "How old are you?"

Lark looked him over, trying to decide if answering was a requirement. "Eight." He said finally.

"Same," Ezra nodded.

Gh walked through the door again, this time pulling in a ten year old boy. He was drenched from head to toe, wore ragged clothes, and was coughing.
"Why *cough* do I have to watch him?" Tommy sputtered.

"You need to change his mind about well you know...your kind." said Gh, was "kind" the right word for it? Probably not.

Tommy coughed, looking extreamly unhappy to be there. Gh gave him a quick pat on the back, before running out the door. Ezra glared at the new boy.

Bells followed, glad to be able to escape unnoticed.
"Whose that?" Lark asked and Grace nodded, lollipop in her mouth. She was curious too.

"I don't know but he's one of them and my daddy says they're bad." said Ezra.

"Me name's Tommy," said Tommy, "and I'm not bad."

(Tommy, like Andrew, is from Ireland. They would be the same age but they died at different times. Andrew died when he was sixteen )

(Kk))
Lark frowned unsure of who.to.believe. "I'm Lark."
Grace decided to stick with Ezra gave her a lollipop.

"Nice to meet you lot." Tommy said, proptly going into a hacking fit.

Lark frowned deeper, "You okay?" He wasn't about to touch the boy. What if he was sick?

"He's dead. He can't be sick," said Ezra, with a smirk.

"I'm fine. It's just the water." said Tommy, glaring at Ezra.

Lark blinked, "Dead?"
Grace's eyes got huge.

"Yeah, what did you think he was? Alive?"

"No need to be cruel about it." said Tommy, glaring at Ezra.

Grace pulled the lollipop out long enough to squeal "cool!" Before shoving it back.
Lark frowned, "How come your dead?"

"I drowned," said Tommy, "a long time ago." That kid gh told him to watch was a brat. Ezra looked at Tommy with a smirk on his face. Tommy wanted to pound his little head in.