The town of Prodigy doesn't have its own school. The nearest one is in Tenwood, where

the Tenwood Elementary School had been built into the site of Tenwood, Jr. and Senior High

School. That's where I ended up going to school for pretty much my entire life. Both

of my parents, at this point in their lives, worked long days and wouldn't be around

to pick me on my brothers up right after school ended, and we weren't allowed to just wait

around in school property. It was some kind of policy. The school buses also didn't

go all the way to Prodigy, only to a bus stop halfway in between the two towns, so that

wasn't an option either. I don't even think the bus would have been able to drop us off

at home even if it did go to Prodigy, since we were so young. When I got old enough

to drive, this wouldn't be much of a problem, but at the time I was only about seven years

old. It was pure luck, as they say, that my parents found Charlie's ad in the newspaper

barely a week before we started school that year. Charlie Webb, baby sitter and nanny, please

call the number. Charlie was fresh out of school. If I remember right, she rented a place in

Tenwood to babysit the nanny out of while she saved the money she would need to open

up her own daycare. She had a degree in early childhood education to boot, which was listed

on her ad, so my parents called her right up and we met her for the first time the day

before our first day of school that year. She was tall with pinstraight, long red hair

and a big smile. I thought she was nice. My parents liked it too, and so they signed

us up for a daycare. Me and my brothers would stay with Charlie every day after school,

until one of my parents was off work to come pick us up. Some days there would be a couple

of the kids there as well, already running around in the house and playing when we got dropped

off for the school bus. There were a lot of days that it was just the three of us though.

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