The Granger Files
It was a cool, beginning of fall September morning with a bright blue sky. A fair sized gaggle of parents and their very young children gathered in a disorganized line outside of a bright and happy looking building with a little playground and grass making up the yard attached to it. The small building had a big sign Little Castles above the door in bright blue paint. The door was an appealing green and the rest of the building was white. It was about a hundred feet from the road and a 4 foot tall white picket fence with a gate surrounded the property. About 300 feet east of the building was a big cluster of some imposing looking buildings, the sound of children and excitement sputtering out occasionally.
Mummy, wheres the teacher? Is she nice? Do you think shell like me? came a little girls voice with thick, short, bushy brown hair and rather large little teet