The Sperm Donor

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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This story is purely a work of fiction; no character's name or location is related to anyone or anywhere. But if you find any, it's purely coincidental; do not take it to heart.

Everything used here is mainly to enhance the enjoyment of the readers, and I do not mean any harm to anyone nor any authority. Thank you!!!

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Under a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, an exquisite three story building nestled just beside a massive old tree with its widespread canopy casting down a warm shadow below. The leaves swayed in the light wind, peeking at the huge sign; Elite Kiddies Lounge, a colourful classroom. The preschoolers giggled and hopped around a young teacher who wore a huge bright smile.

"Nana…"

In the massive classroom, a chubby dark haired boy muttered as his little face crumpled in pain. He doubled over, then crept towards a square table littered with crayons and little easels sitting on it. Small canvases were strewn about.

"I want… I want my Nana now…" The little boy clutched his chest.

Sweat glistened on his glossy skin reflecting the excruciating pain gathered internally.

The blonde haired teacher in a jean and blouse, spotted the little boy twisting on a chair, still clutching his chest. Her smiles fell and crashed. The other children stepped away, wide eyed as the young teacher rose abruptly and dashed towards the boy, staring at him as if looking at her death day.

"King? What is it, darling?" With grave fear swimming in her eyes, the teacher's shaky hand touched the boy's soft cheek. She yanked her hand away. "Oh my God!" Her eyes flew open. "No, no, no, you're burning up, King!"

As the teacher cried out in horror, King slumped on the table, his little body lay still.

Silence flooded the classroom. Few moments later, teachers rushed in, freezing with their mouths hanging loosely as their wide eyes perched on King's body.

The children trembled at the frightening sight of the frozen teachers and the unmoving King.