❝𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚝,
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. ❞

I slowly tiptoed my way towards him, earning glances from nearby couples. I flipped them off in my mind, unwilling to get distracted. In the dream when I had chased him, I lost him, so, now I'm going to tiptoe.

I heard a giggle erupt behind me, as small footsteps followed me. I turned around to look at a little Asian kid in a two sizes bigger yellow coat. His hood fell over his face, covering his eyes. As soon as he noticed I stopped walking, he clutched at the hood and raised his head.

"Shaggy," he grinned dragging the name, his front teeth misplaced. I took me a moment to understand what he said because, for a second, I thought he called me shabby.

Placing a hand on my hip which he happily copied, I mocked, "So you're Scooby-Doo?"

He looked down at his outfit and murmured, "I should've worn my brown one today"

He started pouting at his yellow coat as if willing it to magically disappear or transform into a brown coat.

"Kid, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with your classmates?" I asked bending down on one knee for him. All the thoughts of tiptoeing and him, flew from my mind, as I had to focus at the three-foot problem standing in front of me flailing his coat, like a princess.

As much as I hated kids, I liked the ones who didn't whine, cry, and seek attention. Three foot was dramatic, just like one of my many forte.

"Hey, three-foot let's go and return you back to your teachers now, shall we?" I asked dragging him towards the main office. I knew my way well through this aquarium considering my amazing sense of direction.

Just kidding, I've been roaming in this place for about 10 years and not much has changed. My sense of direction is a havoc and a chaotic artefact that can't be mended.

As I walked started walking away with three foot's hand in mine, which was surprisingly not slimy.

"ScoobyDooby-do where are you?" He sang swaying his head. He looked up at me with expectant eyes and I promised myself this is going to be the last time.

"We got some work to do" I sang out in a hesitant voice. He squealed out as soon as I started singing and I would be lying if he was annoying but cute.

We continued to sing the song walking as I tried to slow down to match with his pace, which wasn't much since considering his small feet.

I glanced back to look at him, ogling at the fishes, following them around when three-foot sang, "Don't look back, you may find another clue."

"The Scooby snacks," my voice died down as I forgot about what came after this. Three foot stared at me incredulously and muttered, "I'm going to defenestrate you now."

"De-what?"I asked my eyes narrowed as I felt ashamed and mocked by this kid who was barely the height of my pinky.

A fun fact: You have the ability to tear off your pinky finger but your mind restrains you from hurting yourself just like how it's stopping me from spanking this kids arse.

Don't ask me about my obsession with arses but it hurts a lot, so they refrain from doing it again. That's it. I swear.

"Defenestrating, shaggy. It means-" he said holding his hand up and trying to explain to me before I cut him off.

"Do you want to find yourself flying through a window?"

His eyes bulged considerably taking my threat into account. He shuffled closer to me and clutched onto my pinky efficiently tugging me towards the main office.

The whole way was silent except the little three-foot devil repeatedly chanted, "Na Na Na Na Na."

I wonder how he knows this show. I thought his generation kids preferred different shows.

"We are very sorry but can you cooperate and alert Daniel on his smartwatch, and ask him to describe his location?" A woman shouted hysterically into the phone clutching her red hair.

Three foot stopped immediately and muttered slowly trailing off, "Shaggy, Ms.Conners, might be angry at me and she may shout at me. Can you-?"

He stopped in the middle sentence and I bent on my knee again and studied his fear-stricken face. "Well, let's just come up with a story then. Wouldn't want you to get in trouble now, would we?" I said to a
fear-stricken, pale-faced three-foot before a pair of black sneakers walked in front of us.

"Ms.Conners!" a voice cried out desperately. Ms.Conners a lady in red stilettos ran and black tights ran over.

I leant in and whispered, "Three-foot is this how you see the world? I mean if you don't lift your head, is all you see only feet?"

"Stop calling me three-foot, Shaggy. Scooby is a Great Dane. Average height of a regular Great Dane is 81 cm which would fall somewhere around 2.6 feet. So, stop calling me three-foot, Shaggy. Call me Scoobert or Scooby if you'd like," he said holding his hand up.

"You are like what, five years? And you know math? How is that even possible?"I said my eyebrows reaching my hairline.

"Just because I'm six years three months doesn't mean I don't get to be smart for my age. And you know what, I recently joined the
Talented&Gifted programme in my school," he said gleefully swiping and flicking his air.

"I never thought I could find someone as dramatic as me."

Someone cleared their throat loudly and I instinctively looked up to a lady in a red dress with matching shoes. Oh, so this is Ms.Conners.

She better prepare herself to hear what I have to say, or more like a shout.

"Are you Ms.Conners. The one I hear about?" I asked crossing my arms and looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"I knew this little shit would run away," she said swiftly tugging at three foots arm.

I moved to cover and shield an even paler three-foot scared by her lunatic behaviour. Sensing something, I leaned in closer and took a whiff off the air surrounding her.

To her horrified expression, I smirked leaning back straight as my suspicions turned out to be true.

"Hm... How is 'A drunk elementary school teacher misplaced two students in her hazy, intoxicated state'? What are your thoughts on it?"

She started spitting out, much to my dismay, threatening me and acting confused. I held my hand up tired of her fanatics, "I have very gracious and good connections with the online left media. You might not want to put up a fight with me, "I suggested coolly.

Three foot started tugging at my sleeve furiously as she started glaring at him with a menacing look. Snapping my fingers, I acquired her attention when suddenly a blaring sound occurred. Three foot clicked a button his watch and started talking to his mom in a foreign language.

"You don't want-" she started to say but a new voice interrupted her. Facing, I looked up to the familiar dark onyx eyes.

Suddenly my breath hitched, and my lungs longed for contentment. The betrayal that arose in my mind when my brother told me soon resurfaced.

I need to talk to him, I can't live the gnawing question as to why he left me there.

"You might want to restrain yourself, Mam. I don't think it's advisable if you go out of line considering your present stage," he said calmly, his words silencing all the havoc caused by the forming crowd.

"Three-foot, call your mother, it's appropriate if she's the one to take action," I said lifting my head at peering at the lady walking backwards slowly.

In the back of my mind, I felt guilty for her. There must have been a reason for her to be drunk in her work time, 'but it can't suffice to the huge mistake she could've committed. If it weren't for us to find these kids, no wonder what would have happened to them' I reasoned in my mind.

I turned to the two substitute teachers and asked in a polite voice, "Can you please inform me when his mother shows up?"

I bent down to three-foot and whispered, "You want to hang out with me or stay here with your classmates? I'll be right here until your mom arrives. I just have to talk to someone."

I looked up and saw that he was staring at me. It feels like I can't get enough of looking into his brown eyes. When we were friends, I couldn't help be slightly attracted to him but right now, something about him was different, something I couldn't place a finger on.

Three-foot tugged at my sleeve with a worried, panic-stricken face. Heaving, I got up and took ahold of his and took a step or two towards Augustus and hissed sarcastically, "I think we need to have a chat, best friend."

Three foot with an innocent voice looks up at me with puppy eyes and wondered, "Is he your Velma?"

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