Everyone was starting to play. Some were in the in door play ground, which was the size of a regular playground, since the school was massive in it's own right. Others were playing child friendly video games, like Mario Cart, and Disney Infinity. Some were also watching some kids movies and acting along with it, I mean come on, you're just five year olds... maybe a few were six.
You also saw some doing arts and crafts. The list of what kids decided to do was endless. You look at Lauren and ask, "Um, don't we get assignments or homework, or anything?"
You had very unfond memories of your schools pestering you with stacks of homework. Lauren giggled, "No sweetie. I understand that the past schools you were at caused you a lot of grief. Trust me, your parents told us before having you come here. We had urged them in the first place to tranfer you here and even move into the town. So, no, there is no homework here. At this school, we let children be children. And that means no homework. You get to be a kid. You don't have to try and grow up so fast."
These words eased your troubled mind. Here, there was no homework, teachers who loved you as much as your parents, and not having to worry about going potty in the toilet. How could your day get any better? Eventually, you went to play with some of the kids on the game Mario Party, which surprisingly, could add up to the equivalent of your class.
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