DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
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DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Monday, September 7th, 2015
Lakewood, Denver, Colorado
Outside Patterson Elementary School
7:45AM
"Definitely got everything, pal?" His father asked, Chandler looked up at him and took a long-winded sigh. He was nervous for his first day of school, of course. Who wouldn't be? He was only six. He wasn't ready for this at all, but there was no going back now that it had started. He had everything in his bag. His pens, pencils, all the usual stuff. He had a box with his snacks for recess (an apple and a small candy bar) and his lunchbox in there. His lunchbox was Jurassic World themed. He went and saw that movie with his dad when it first came out, oh, and his older brother, and held his need to use the restroom for a whole hour and a half because he didn't want to miss any of the movie at all. He loved it - Dinosaurs to him were just the coolest thing, and a small part of his innocent child mind wished that they weren't extinct. He could tell you everything from the Jurassic age, though, easily. He'd tell you what dino was a carnivore and which ones were herbivores, he'd tell you what hunted what... He loved it. Couldn't get enough, you know what I mean?
As for clothes... Just simple stuff, really. It was September, and Colorado was beginning to get cold. He needed to keep warm, or at least his mother thought so. A simple long-sleeved white shirt, a dark blue sweater, a coat, some grey jeans, and some comfortable white and blue sneakers. He didn't need gloves, not yet, but he was going to need them soon enough, right? All the same. He looked up at his dad and gave a weak half smile. This was close to where the emotion would start coming out.
"Yes, daddy." He said, quietly.
He had both his mother and father here for his first day, which was nice. Chris was too old to be fussed over. He didn't need them to take him to school or anything. His youngest brother, Michael, was in preschool. They had the whole day to themselves once Chandler was gone.
"You sure?" He asked. Chandler nodded without a word. "Good boy." He reached over into the back and ruffled his shaggy brown hair.
He and Chandler locked eyes for a moment.
And then Chandler started crying.
Great.
"Hey..." His father, Nicholas, said in a soft tone as he reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, but Chandler kept on gently sobbing into the sleeve of his coat, forcing Nicholas to lean in and pick him up, pulling him into the front and setting him on his lap. "We spoke about this when you were in bed last night. There's nothing to cry about. You came here for kindergarten, didn't you? You know where everything is, you nut." He laughed, hugging him close. The crying didn't stop. "Oh, come on, son..." He said, trying to soothe him with a gentle tone as he rocked him from side to side. "Don't cry... We all get nervous. One day you'll be like me. You'll have a good job, you'll be an archaeologist, dusting off all those old bones and putting them in museums and stuff. You'll be a great historian, right?" He chuckled, and Chandler just nodded. Still no mood for talking.
"Hey. Look at me." Nick said. Chandler looked up at him with puffy eyes, refusing to let him out of his grasp. "Me and mommy can walk to the gate with you. You know where everything is, and the teacher's gonna' tell you everything. You'll be able to make new friends, tell them all about the, um... The Velociraptor, right?" He asked, and Chandler sniffled and managed to force a smile. "There's gonna' be all the same kids from Kindergarten. You know where you eat lunch, you know where all the restrooms are, and... And most of all, you're smart." He gently tapped the top of Chandler's head with his index finger. "So I know you'll be okay." He said, then winked.
Hardly satisfied, but at least more convinced, Chandler nodded and propped his backpack up on his back again, the straps on his shoulder. "Are you and m-mommy gonna' come now?"
"Yeah." He smiled. "And, you're early, so you get to pick the best seats in the class." He winked again. "Now dry those tears, and we'll get going." He said, then climbed out of the car himself. Instead of being logical, Chandler climbed back into the back of the car and opened the door there, as opposed to going out his father's side. He didn't know why. Habit, I guess. Either way, his mother and father walked him to the gate, and with a big hug from both of them, he finally managed to muster up the courage to get out there and head into the school. He was nervous, and as he walked down the hallway with tears in his eyes, to his classroom, he just took deep breaths. The halls were filled up, sort of, with older students... So that didn't help him right now.
He was thankful to be at the classroom, though, and in such a friendly-looking place.
It looked good. All different colors of tables. Blue, yellow, red, green, orange, and purple. The purple was the one furthest at the back. He looked at the teacher, a new one named Miss Ward, a young woman who was in her early twenties, easily, tall, petite, black hair. She looked at him as he entered, and he... Well, wasn't the only one. There were a few other kids in here on the front tables, but that was it.
"Hi there." She smiled. "Are you in my class?" She asked, softly.
He nodded. They'd had the enrollment and induction day here already. It was easier when parents were here, though.
"What's your name?"
"Chandler..." He mumbled.
"Ah! You're on the register, come in, come." She smiled, and he nodded and walked in, placing his bag in the little walk-in-closet that had the bags and coats in there, and he also slipped off his coat and hung that up, too. He immediately retreated to the back and sat on the purple table. Miss Ward gave him a look, but smiled and called out to him. "Don't you want to join someone else's table so you're not alone, Chandler?" She asked. It was the first day. She was laid back. No seating arrangement just yet. She needed to see who would get on with who for a while.
"No, thank you." He said, his voice close to a whisper, then crossed his arms and looked down at the table.
Now what?
Lakewood, Denver, Colorado
Outside Patterson Elementary School
7:45AM
"Definitely got everything, pal?" His father asked, Chandler looked up at him and took a long-winded sigh. He was nervous for his first day of school, of course. Who wouldn't be? He was only six. He wasn't ready for this at all, but there was no going back now that it had started. He had everything in his bag. His pens, pencils, all the usual stuff. He had a box with his snacks for recess (an apple and a small candy bar) and his lunchbox in there. His lunchbox was Jurassic World themed. He went and saw that movie with his dad when it first came out, oh, and his older brother, and held his need to use the restroom for a whole hour and a half because he didn't want to miss any of the movie at all. He loved it - Dinosaurs to him were just the coolest thing, and a small part of his innocent child mind wished that they weren't extinct. He could tell you everything from the Jurassic age, though, easily. He'd tell you what dino was a carnivore and which ones were herbivores, he'd tell you what hunted what... He loved it. Couldn't get enough, you know what I mean?
As for clothes... Just simple stuff, really. It was September, and Colorado was beginning to get cold. He needed to keep warm, or at least his mother thought so. A simple long-sleeved white shirt, a dark blue sweater, a coat, some grey jeans, and some comfortable white and blue sneakers. He didn't need gloves, not yet, but he was going to need them soon enough, right? All the same. He looked up at his dad and gave a weak half smile. This was close to where the emotion would start coming out.
"Yes, daddy." He said, quietly.
He had both his mother and father here for his first day, which was nice. Chris was too old to be fussed over. He didn't need them to take him to school or anything. His youngest brother, Michael, was in preschool. They had the whole day to themselves once Chandler was gone.
"You sure?" He asked. Chandler nodded without a word. "Good boy." He reached over into the back and ruffled his shaggy brown hair.
He and Chandler locked eyes for a moment.
And then Chandler started crying.
Great.
"Hey..." His father, Nicholas, said in a soft tone as he reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, but Chandler kept on gently sobbing into the sleeve of his coat, forcing Nicholas to lean in and pick him up, pulling him into the front and setting him on his lap. "We spoke about this when you were in bed last night. There's nothing to cry about. You came here for kindergarten, didn't you? You know where everything is, you nut." He laughed, hugging him close. The crying didn't stop. "Oh, come on, son..." He said, trying to soothe him with a gentle tone as he rocked him from side to side. "Don't cry... We all get nervous. One day you'll be like me. You'll have a good job, you'll be an archaeologist, dusting off all those old bones and putting them in museums and stuff. You'll be a great historian, right?" He chuckled, and Chandler just nodded. Still no mood for talking.
"Hey. Look at me." Nick said. Chandler looked up at him with puffy eyes, refusing to let him out of his grasp. "Me and mommy can walk to the gate with you. You know where everything is, and the teacher's gonna' tell you everything. You'll be able to make new friends, tell them all about the, um... The Velociraptor, right?" He asked, and Chandler sniffled and managed to force a smile. "There's gonna' be all the same kids from Kindergarten. You know where you eat lunch, you know where all the restrooms are, and... And most of all, you're smart." He gently tapped the top of Chandler's head with his index finger. "So I know you'll be okay." He said, then winked.
Hardly satisfied, but at least more convinced, Chandler nodded and propped his backpack up on his back again, the straps on his shoulder. "Are you and m-mommy gonna' come now?"
"Yeah." He smiled. "And, you're early, so you get to pick the best seats in the class." He winked again. "Now dry those tears, and we'll get going." He said, then climbed out of the car himself. Instead of being logical, Chandler climbed back into the back of the car and opened the door there, as opposed to going out his father's side. He didn't know why. Habit, I guess. Either way, his mother and father walked him to the gate, and with a big hug from both of them, he finally managed to muster up the courage to get out there and head into the school. He was nervous, and as he walked down the hallway with tears in his eyes, to his classroom, he just took deep breaths. The halls were filled up, sort of, with older students... So that didn't help him right now.
He was thankful to be at the classroom, though, and in such a friendly-looking place.
It looked good. All different colors of tables. Blue, yellow, red, green, orange, and purple. The purple was the one furthest at the back. He looked at the teacher, a new one named Miss Ward, a young woman who was in her early twenties, easily, tall, petite, black hair. She looked at him as he entered, and he... Well, wasn't the only one. There were a few other kids in here on the front tables, but that was it.
"Hi there." She smiled. "Are you in my class?" She asked, softly.
He nodded. They'd had the enrollment and induction day here already. It was easier when parents were here, though.
"What's your name?"
"Chandler..." He mumbled.
"Ah! You're on the register, come in, come." She smiled, and he nodded and walked in, placing his bag in the little walk-in-closet that had the bags and coats in there, and he also slipped off his coat and hung that up, too. He immediately retreated to the back and sat on the purple table. Miss Ward gave him a look, but smiled and called out to him. "Don't you want to join someone else's table so you're not alone, Chandler?" She asked. It was the first day. She was laid back. No seating arrangement just yet. She needed to see who would get on with who for a while.
"No, thank you." He said, his voice close to a whisper, then crossed his arms and looked down at the table.
Now what?
ImpossibleGirl
Junior Member
"Mo-om! Jewel won't come out of her room!" Jesse yelled down from atop the stairs, slightly winded from yelling at his little sister. The blonde woman sighed softly as she picked up her purse, looking over to her husband standing sitting on the couch. With a sigh, the man stood and set down his magazine, setting his reading glasses on the coffee table. " I got it. If you don't go now, you'll be late for your meeting." he said with a weak smile. Melanie, Jewels mother, returned the slight smile with one of her own before pecking her husband on lips. "Thanks hun. I'll be back in a couple of hours." she said, before turning to address her son still standing at the top of the stairs. "Your dad will handle it Jesse. Just get ready for school." she hollered back, and the brown haired boy ran off to do just that with small nod. With a goodbye to each of them, the savy business woman was out the door with, her heels clicking along the floor as she left.
Turning around, Noah -- Jewels father -- headed upstairs to Jewels room, rapping his knuckles lightly against the wood. "Jewel? Honey? It's time to leave for school." he called out, however his tone was gentle and soothing, albeit somewhat tired as well.
"I don't want to go!" Jewel called back from her bed, sniffling softly as small tears rolled down her cheeks. Usually she was excited for school, but this time was different. The little blonde heard her father sigh, however merely grabbed a pillow and shoved her face into it. "Why not?" her father asked through the door. Shifting her face to the side, Jewel rested her cheek against her pillow that was propped up on her knees. "'Cause Momma's not comin'..." she mumbled sadly, before once again shoving her face into her pillow as more tears leaked onto the fabric. Jewel was excited for her first day of First Grade, since it was her first year in a numbered grade. It made her feel like a big girl, like she was someone important. I mean, she was in first grade. She was no longer a baby in Kindergarten. She was a big girl who got to play on the big playground, and she didn't have to take naps like she did in Kindergarten. It was a big step! And she wanted both her parents to be there with her. But something came up last minute, and her mom had to go to work. And after she heard the news, Jewel locked herself in her room and refused to come out.
Hearing a sigh and some fumbling from the other side of the door, Jewel clutched her pillow tighter to her, knowing what her father was doing. She knew what it sounded like when he was about to unlock her door. So it came as no surprise when he walked in a moment later, scooping the girl up and setting her on his lap. Jewel still didn't put her pillow down.
"I know honey, I'm sorry. But Mommy can't help it today... Something important came up at her work." he sighed, stroking his daughters hair soothingly as she sniffled into her pillow. "But hey, I bet she can walk you to class tomorrow? And you can show her everything then, right?" Lifting her head slowly, Jewel looked up at him with sad eyes, her eyes red and skin blotchy from crying. Slowly, she nodded. She still wasn't happy about it... but it was an okay idea, she supposed.
Smiling, Noah gently wiped away a few of her tears. "Good. Besides, I'll be there this morning to walk you, so you needn't worry my little gem. It just means I'll get a special tour, right?" Smiling slightly, Jewel giggled and nodded, sitting up straight and drying her eyes with her sleeves. "And you'll even have your brother with you today too." Jewel made a face at that, however Noah merely chuckled. "What, do you not want Jesse to come?" he asked.
"No. He was mean to me." she mumbled, pouting as she turned to glare at the wall. "Well, I'm sure he didn't mean it." Noah chuckled. Kissing his daughter gently on the cheek, he picked her off his lap and set her down on the floor. "We need to get you bundled up though so we can go. Don't want to be late for your first day, do ya?" Grinning, Jewel shook her head, before running over to her closet and pulling her purple coat out. Her father walked over to help her put it on, however she swatted his hands away and pouted up at him. "I can do it." she mumbled. Noah merely chuckled and stepped back, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, I got it. You're a big girl now." he smiled, and Jewel grinned proudly at that as she worked at her zipper. Poking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, it took Jewel a couple tries before she finally got it to work. Zipping up her coat, Jewel looked up at her father and grinned. Noah chuckled and knelt before her, fastening the few snaps that remained. "Very good." he commended, stood and helped her slide on her backpack. "You have everything you need?" Jewel nodded quietly, following her father out of the room. "Crayons?"
"Yup!"
"Pencils?"
"Yeah."
"Paper?"
"Daaddy..." Jewel whined softly, looking up at her father as they descended the stairs, her little hand holding onto the railing. Noah laughed softly at that, grabbing his keys and billfold off the table by the front door. "Right, right. Big girl. I got it." he chuckled. After hollering for Jesse, the young boy bounded down the stairs after them and followed his father out the door, but not before flicking his little sister on the top of her head when he passed. Letting out a whine, Jewel put her hand to her forehead and glared at her older brother, running up behind him and tugging at his hair. "Hey!" he called, however Jewel was already dashing past him with a giggle as she ran to the car.
Soon enough, the trio arrived at the school, and Jewel peered out the window as they pulled into the parking lot. Sure, she was nervous. It was her first day of first grade after all, who wouldn't be? But having already seen the classroom and all the awesome stuff it held, Jewel was more excited than she was nervous. As soon as her father turned off the car, Jewel was unbuckling her seat belt and climbing out, her purple and white light up shoes blinking as she jumped out of the car. Adjusting her backpack, Jewel glanced up at her father as he stepped out and grabbed his hand, tugging on his arm in an attempt to hurry him up. He was going much too slow for her tastes. "Come on Daddy! Hurry up!" she whined. Her father chuckled and locked up the car, then walked with her to the other side where Jesse was waiting for them. "Alright, alright. Calm down." he said gently. Jewel quit tugging on him then and tried to wait patiently, but it was very hard. She was only six after all. "I don't know why you're so excited for school... Just wait until you're in third grade. It gets boring quick." Jesse sighed at he rolled his eyes at his sisters enthusiasm. Jewel pouted at her brother and stuck her tongue out at him, however she remained mute. "Alright Jesse. I think you better get to class." her father said, giving his son a firm look. Jesse ducked his head and nodded then. "'Kay. Bye Dad, bye Jewel." With a slight ruffle of his sisters hair, he grinned down at her before running off, disappearing through the doors before she could retaliate.
Huffing, Jewel patted down her hair and pouted, glaring at the doors her brother went through. "Come on. We better get going too." Looking up at her father, Jewel smiled and nodded, and the two walked hand in hand through the doors and into the school. Her eyes flicked around the large hallways, watching as mostly older kids filled the hallways. Only a few parents decided to walk their children to class, but not many. Jewel was glad her father had decided to walk her to class, as even she would be rather overwhelmed by the amount of kids swarming the hallways by now. Gripping her fathers hand a bit tighter, Jewel took in a breath and slowly let it out, her other hand gripping the handle of her purple My Little Pony lunchbox a bit tighter as well. She loved horses, and the color purple, and the show just happened to have a purple horse as it's main character, so it was no surprise she loved the show.
Jewel's eyes lit up when they reached the classroom, and her father let go of her hand then. "Alright, I think you can take it from here kiddo." he said, and Jewel grinned up at him and nodded. Chuckling, her father ruffled her hair affectionately, and she pouted childishly at that. "I'll pick up after school, alright?" Noah added, and Jewel gave yet another nod. After receiving a goodbye kiss and hug from her father, Jewel turned around and took a deep breath in, then entered the classroom. On her own. Without her father. For the very first time. ....It was more nerve-wracking than she thought it would be.
"Hello. Are you in my class, little one?" Jewel turned to look up at the teacher, who gave her a friendly smile. Returning the smile with one of her own, Jewel nodded enthusiastically. "I'm Jewel. Can I sit at the purple table?" she asked quickly, hoping that it hadn't been filled yet. It was her favorite color after all. "Oh, the little girl who likes the color purple! Yes, I remember you." Miss Ward chuckled, making Jewel grin at the feeling of importance that washed over her from being remembered by the teacher. "Of course you may dear." The blonde grinned even wider at that, and with a small bounce in her step, she hung up her bag and her coat, and adjusted her clothes. They always bunched up uncomfortably when she took her coat off. Thankfully, she was wearing a simple outfit, so it was easy to do so. A blue long-sleeved shirt with a flower pattern on it, light washed jeans, and of course, her purple light-up shoes. Half of her hair was pulled back into a blue ribbon, however pieces of it were falling out due to the ruffling of her father and older brother, but Jewel didn't really care.
There were a lot of kids in the classroom now... It was kind of overwhelming. Two of the tables were filled already, but fortunately for her, the purple table was not one of them. Half-running, half-walking over to the table, Jewel pulled out a chair and sat down, turning to a boy sitting at the table too. "Hi. I'm Jewel." she grinned, always eager to make new friends. Unfortunately, none of the kids she had met in kindergarten were in this class, so she had to make new friends all over again it seemed. Maybe she could find someone she could build blocks with, or play on the playground with. "What's your name?" she asked as she stood up and peered inside the basket in the middle of the table, wondering what goodies such a big basket could hold.
Turning around, Noah -- Jewels father -- headed upstairs to Jewels room, rapping his knuckles lightly against the wood. "Jewel? Honey? It's time to leave for school." he called out, however his tone was gentle and soothing, albeit somewhat tired as well.
"I don't want to go!" Jewel called back from her bed, sniffling softly as small tears rolled down her cheeks. Usually she was excited for school, but this time was different. The little blonde heard her father sigh, however merely grabbed a pillow and shoved her face into it. "Why not?" her father asked through the door. Shifting her face to the side, Jewel rested her cheek against her pillow that was propped up on her knees. "'Cause Momma's not comin'..." she mumbled sadly, before once again shoving her face into her pillow as more tears leaked onto the fabric. Jewel was excited for her first day of First Grade, since it was her first year in a numbered grade. It made her feel like a big girl, like she was someone important. I mean, she was in first grade. She was no longer a baby in Kindergarten. She was a big girl who got to play on the big playground, and she didn't have to take naps like she did in Kindergarten. It was a big step! And she wanted both her parents to be there with her. But something came up last minute, and her mom had to go to work. And after she heard the news, Jewel locked herself in her room and refused to come out.
Hearing a sigh and some fumbling from the other side of the door, Jewel clutched her pillow tighter to her, knowing what her father was doing. She knew what it sounded like when he was about to unlock her door. So it came as no surprise when he walked in a moment later, scooping the girl up and setting her on his lap. Jewel still didn't put her pillow down.
"I know honey, I'm sorry. But Mommy can't help it today... Something important came up at her work." he sighed, stroking his daughters hair soothingly as she sniffled into her pillow. "But hey, I bet she can walk you to class tomorrow? And you can show her everything then, right?" Lifting her head slowly, Jewel looked up at him with sad eyes, her eyes red and skin blotchy from crying. Slowly, she nodded. She still wasn't happy about it... but it was an okay idea, she supposed.
Smiling, Noah gently wiped away a few of her tears. "Good. Besides, I'll be there this morning to walk you, so you needn't worry my little gem. It just means I'll get a special tour, right?" Smiling slightly, Jewel giggled and nodded, sitting up straight and drying her eyes with her sleeves. "And you'll even have your brother with you today too." Jewel made a face at that, however Noah merely chuckled. "What, do you not want Jesse to come?" he asked.
"No. He was mean to me." she mumbled, pouting as she turned to glare at the wall. "Well, I'm sure he didn't mean it." Noah chuckled. Kissing his daughter gently on the cheek, he picked her off his lap and set her down on the floor. "We need to get you bundled up though so we can go. Don't want to be late for your first day, do ya?" Grinning, Jewel shook her head, before running over to her closet and pulling her purple coat out. Her father walked over to help her put it on, however she swatted his hands away and pouted up at him. "I can do it." she mumbled. Noah merely chuckled and stepped back, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, I got it. You're a big girl now." he smiled, and Jewel grinned proudly at that as she worked at her zipper. Poking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, it took Jewel a couple tries before she finally got it to work. Zipping up her coat, Jewel looked up at her father and grinned. Noah chuckled and knelt before her, fastening the few snaps that remained. "Very good." he commended, stood and helped her slide on her backpack. "You have everything you need?" Jewel nodded quietly, following her father out of the room. "Crayons?"
"Yup!"
"Pencils?"
"Yeah."
"Paper?"
"Daaddy..." Jewel whined softly, looking up at her father as they descended the stairs, her little hand holding onto the railing. Noah laughed softly at that, grabbing his keys and billfold off the table by the front door. "Right, right. Big girl. I got it." he chuckled. After hollering for Jesse, the young boy bounded down the stairs after them and followed his father out the door, but not before flicking his little sister on the top of her head when he passed. Letting out a whine, Jewel put her hand to her forehead and glared at her older brother, running up behind him and tugging at his hair. "Hey!" he called, however Jewel was already dashing past him with a giggle as she ran to the car.
Soon enough, the trio arrived at the school, and Jewel peered out the window as they pulled into the parking lot. Sure, she was nervous. It was her first day of first grade after all, who wouldn't be? But having already seen the classroom and all the awesome stuff it held, Jewel was more excited than she was nervous. As soon as her father turned off the car, Jewel was unbuckling her seat belt and climbing out, her purple and white light up shoes blinking as she jumped out of the car. Adjusting her backpack, Jewel glanced up at her father as he stepped out and grabbed his hand, tugging on his arm in an attempt to hurry him up. He was going much too slow for her tastes. "Come on Daddy! Hurry up!" she whined. Her father chuckled and locked up the car, then walked with her to the other side where Jesse was waiting for them. "Alright, alright. Calm down." he said gently. Jewel quit tugging on him then and tried to wait patiently, but it was very hard. She was only six after all. "I don't know why you're so excited for school... Just wait until you're in third grade. It gets boring quick." Jesse sighed at he rolled his eyes at his sisters enthusiasm. Jewel pouted at her brother and stuck her tongue out at him, however she remained mute. "Alright Jesse. I think you better get to class." her father said, giving his son a firm look. Jesse ducked his head and nodded then. "'Kay. Bye Dad, bye Jewel." With a slight ruffle of his sisters hair, he grinned down at her before running off, disappearing through the doors before she could retaliate.
Huffing, Jewel patted down her hair and pouted, glaring at the doors her brother went through. "Come on. We better get going too." Looking up at her father, Jewel smiled and nodded, and the two walked hand in hand through the doors and into the school. Her eyes flicked around the large hallways, watching as mostly older kids filled the hallways. Only a few parents decided to walk their children to class, but not many. Jewel was glad her father had decided to walk her to class, as even she would be rather overwhelmed by the amount of kids swarming the hallways by now. Gripping her fathers hand a bit tighter, Jewel took in a breath and slowly let it out, her other hand gripping the handle of her purple My Little Pony lunchbox a bit tighter as well. She loved horses, and the color purple, and the show just happened to have a purple horse as it's main character, so it was no surprise she loved the show.
Jewel's eyes lit up when they reached the classroom, and her father let go of her hand then. "Alright, I think you can take it from here kiddo." he said, and Jewel grinned up at him and nodded. Chuckling, her father ruffled her hair affectionately, and she pouted childishly at that. "I'll pick up after school, alright?" Noah added, and Jewel gave yet another nod. After receiving a goodbye kiss and hug from her father, Jewel turned around and took a deep breath in, then entered the classroom. On her own. Without her father. For the very first time. ....It was more nerve-wracking than she thought it would be.
"Hello. Are you in my class, little one?" Jewel turned to look up at the teacher, who gave her a friendly smile. Returning the smile with one of her own, Jewel nodded enthusiastically. "I'm Jewel. Can I sit at the purple table?" she asked quickly, hoping that it hadn't been filled yet. It was her favorite color after all. "Oh, the little girl who likes the color purple! Yes, I remember you." Miss Ward chuckled, making Jewel grin at the feeling of importance that washed over her from being remembered by the teacher. "Of course you may dear." The blonde grinned even wider at that, and with a small bounce in her step, she hung up her bag and her coat, and adjusted her clothes. They always bunched up uncomfortably when she took her coat off. Thankfully, she was wearing a simple outfit, so it was easy to do so. A blue long-sleeved shirt with a flower pattern on it, light washed jeans, and of course, her purple light-up shoes. Half of her hair was pulled back into a blue ribbon, however pieces of it were falling out due to the ruffling of her father and older brother, but Jewel didn't really care.
There were a lot of kids in the classroom now... It was kind of overwhelming. Two of the tables were filled already, but fortunately for her, the purple table was not one of them. Half-running, half-walking over to the table, Jewel pulled out a chair and sat down, turning to a boy sitting at the table too. "Hi. I'm Jewel." she grinned, always eager to make new friends. Unfortunately, none of the kids she had met in kindergarten were in this class, so she had to make new friends all over again it seemed. Maybe she could find someone she could build blocks with, or play on the playground with. "What's your name?" she asked as she stood up and peered inside the basket in the middle of the table, wondering what goodies such a big basket could hold.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Chandler had been sitting in class for only a few minutes when a girl he didn’t recognize walked in. He didn’t like this already, he was a boy, and all boys seem to have that one sense of shyness towards girls. Even if they were confident and lively, there was always that one tinge of shyness that stopped them from saying a certain thing, talking about a certain topic, or even acting in a certain way. Even from the youngest of school ages (around 4/5) you can notice these sorts of traits. I don’t know how, they just seem to sort of… Happen, you know what I mean? It was just one of those things that can’t really be answered, but this was the start of something big, really. This was going to be the beginning of life, and the best thing was that they were too young to even know what it was, weren’t they? They were too young to even recognize what life itself was, if I’m honest with you. They were six. Life was all about getting out there and exploring and having fun. They didn’t need to worry about anything else.
A few other people had arrived before this girl, so they were all sort of a little bit early, weren’t they? Chandler was thankful that he was on his own at first, but at the same time, he wanted new friends. He didn’t want to be a lonely kid, he didn’t want to be the child that no one spoke to. His first week of kindergarten was just like that, actually. He didn’t have any friends, didn’t have anyone speaking to him or anything like that. It was a lonely time, and he hated it, but, either way, he had to deal with it, didn’t he? He did deal with it, and although there were tears almost every night when he got home for the first week, he eventually made friends with people, but only through getting along with everyone. He wasn’t exactly a close friend of anyone, so now that he was in First Grade, he was all alone, sadly.
Until now.
A part of him was praying she was nice and would sit at the purple table with him. Purple wasn’t his favorite color, but he just sat here because there was no one else there, nothing else to it. And another part of him was praying she’d leave him to sit on his own, and her little interaction with the teacher was something that caught his attention. He observed how it was so much different to how he had introduced himself. He was shy, he was nervous. Now, some kids are quiet, but kids can see things in each other that adults often miss. If a child is quiet, some kids continue to talk, and talk, and talk to them no matter what, even if they only get a one or two word response. They somehow bring out the best in each other, and it’s hard to explain how it even happens. It’s just one of those things that happens, you know?
He looked at her when she sat down and spoke to him, and at first he wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to say or do. He just had to say hi, right? Did he ask her any questions? Did he need to do that? Oh god, this was becoming too much, really. He was going to have to figure something out quick, though, because… Well, if he sat there in silence and didn’t say a word, that would be terribly awkward, would it not? It was easy enough to work out, I’m sure. He just spent a little too long thinking about what he wanted to say other than hi and his name, so he was quick to jump to respond to her.
“Hi.” He said, simply, and quietly, of course. His name… Well, easy enough. “My name’s Chandler.” He said, then started to link his fingers together one by one under the table out of nervousness. He almost asked her what her name was again, but he knew that already, she’d told him, so what else could he do here? Think, Chandler… Think…
“Is this your first day, too?” He asked, simply, looking down at the table for a moment before looking back up at her. “.. I don’t know anyone in this class.” He added, shrugging once.
Meanwhile, as more students began to flood in, the teacher was getting their morning work ready, which was a ‘What I Want To Be’ sheet – It was just something they could draw a picture on of their dream job. Under it were some lines where they could write about it if they wanted to. Other than that, Chandler didn’t know what he was going to do today, he was nervous about this girl. For now. And he knew that he was going to be one person that missed nap time greatly.
A few other people had arrived before this girl, so they were all sort of a little bit early, weren’t they? Chandler was thankful that he was on his own at first, but at the same time, he wanted new friends. He didn’t want to be a lonely kid, he didn’t want to be the child that no one spoke to. His first week of kindergarten was just like that, actually. He didn’t have any friends, didn’t have anyone speaking to him or anything like that. It was a lonely time, and he hated it, but, either way, he had to deal with it, didn’t he? He did deal with it, and although there were tears almost every night when he got home for the first week, he eventually made friends with people, but only through getting along with everyone. He wasn’t exactly a close friend of anyone, so now that he was in First Grade, he was all alone, sadly.
Until now.
A part of him was praying she was nice and would sit at the purple table with him. Purple wasn’t his favorite color, but he just sat here because there was no one else there, nothing else to it. And another part of him was praying she’d leave him to sit on his own, and her little interaction with the teacher was something that caught his attention. He observed how it was so much different to how he had introduced himself. He was shy, he was nervous. Now, some kids are quiet, but kids can see things in each other that adults often miss. If a child is quiet, some kids continue to talk, and talk, and talk to them no matter what, even if they only get a one or two word response. They somehow bring out the best in each other, and it’s hard to explain how it even happens. It’s just one of those things that happens, you know?
He looked at her when she sat down and spoke to him, and at first he wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to say or do. He just had to say hi, right? Did he ask her any questions? Did he need to do that? Oh god, this was becoming too much, really. He was going to have to figure something out quick, though, because… Well, if he sat there in silence and didn’t say a word, that would be terribly awkward, would it not? It was easy enough to work out, I’m sure. He just spent a little too long thinking about what he wanted to say other than hi and his name, so he was quick to jump to respond to her.
“Hi.” He said, simply, and quietly, of course. His name… Well, easy enough. “My name’s Chandler.” He said, then started to link his fingers together one by one under the table out of nervousness. He almost asked her what her name was again, but he knew that already, she’d told him, so what else could he do here? Think, Chandler… Think…
“Is this your first day, too?” He asked, simply, looking down at the table for a moment before looking back up at her. “.. I don’t know anyone in this class.” He added, shrugging once.
Meanwhile, as more students began to flood in, the teacher was getting their morning work ready, which was a ‘What I Want To Be’ sheet – It was just something they could draw a picture on of their dream job. Under it were some lines where they could write about it if they wanted to. Other than that, Chandler didn’t know what he was going to do today, he was nervous about this girl. For now. And he knew that he was going to be one person that missed nap time greatly.
ImpossibleGirl
Junior Member
Pulling the basket closer to her, Jewel stood on her tip toes to peer into it, rifling through it's contents. It seemed they had all of the supplies they had in kindergarten, and new stuff too. Some glue, colored pencils, safety scissors, paper, the usual. Still, it was exciting to have it all at her own disposal, rather than having to ask the teacher and wait for her to get it for them. Now she could just reach in and grab whatever she wanted! Her eyes lit up at the thought, and she reached in to grab the little safety scissors and some paper.
Miss. Ward, who was watching all the little kids mill about, was quick to notice this however. "Jewel." she called, causing the little girl to stop what she was looking and look over to her teacher. "Please put that back dear. I'll let you know when you can use whatever is in the basket, alright?" she scolded gently with a small smile, however made it clear she meant was she said too. Ducking her head, Jewel nodded and pulled her little arm out of the plastic basket. Sliding it back into it's original position, she sat back down in her chair and folded her hands together, her little heart beating just the tiniest bit faster from already being called down on by the teacher. Well... at least she hadn't been angry... so she wasn't really in trouble.. right?
Jerking her head up when the little boy finally answered her earlier question, Jewel smiled and nodded, her previous embarrassment forgotten in her happiness to be talking to another kid. "Yup! I went to kindergarten here last year though." she said, watching as a piece of paper was put in front of her. "I don't know anyone in this class either..." she mumbled quietly in response, however still looked up at him with a smile. "But that's okay. We can make new friends. And now we know each other, right?" she grinned. She still didn't know what to make of this quiet boy, but she was happy to be making a new friend nevertheless. Of course, she didn't realize that it took more than five minutes to make a true friend... but she was six. What more could you expect?
Looking down at the sheet of paper in front of her, Jewel's little eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she attempted to read what was at the top of the page. Placing her pointer finger on each word, she slowly mouthed out the sounds each letter made, before going back to the beginning and putting them all together. She figured out the "I" and "To Be" parts of the sentence, but the words starting with the letter "W" stumped her in the end. Huffing, Jewel pouted and glared at the sheet of paper. Ugh. Why was this so hard?
"Do you know what this says?" Leaning over, Jewel pointed to the first "W" word on Chandlers paper in hopes that he might get it. She could have asked the teacher of course, but she was still handing out papers, and Jewel was too impatient to wait until she was finished.
Miss. Ward, who was watching all the little kids mill about, was quick to notice this however. "Jewel." she called, causing the little girl to stop what she was looking and look over to her teacher. "Please put that back dear. I'll let you know when you can use whatever is in the basket, alright?" she scolded gently with a small smile, however made it clear she meant was she said too. Ducking her head, Jewel nodded and pulled her little arm out of the plastic basket. Sliding it back into it's original position, she sat back down in her chair and folded her hands together, her little heart beating just the tiniest bit faster from already being called down on by the teacher. Well... at least she hadn't been angry... so she wasn't really in trouble.. right?
Jerking her head up when the little boy finally answered her earlier question, Jewel smiled and nodded, her previous embarrassment forgotten in her happiness to be talking to another kid. "Yup! I went to kindergarten here last year though." she said, watching as a piece of paper was put in front of her. "I don't know anyone in this class either..." she mumbled quietly in response, however still looked up at him with a smile. "But that's okay. We can make new friends. And now we know each other, right?" she grinned. She still didn't know what to make of this quiet boy, but she was happy to be making a new friend nevertheless. Of course, she didn't realize that it took more than five minutes to make a true friend... but she was six. What more could you expect?
Looking down at the sheet of paper in front of her, Jewel's little eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she attempted to read what was at the top of the page. Placing her pointer finger on each word, she slowly mouthed out the sounds each letter made, before going back to the beginning and putting them all together. She figured out the "I" and "To Be" parts of the sentence, but the words starting with the letter "W" stumped her in the end. Huffing, Jewel pouted and glared at the sheet of paper. Ugh. Why was this so hard?
"Do you know what this says?" Leaning over, Jewel pointed to the first "W" word on Chandlers paper in hopes that he might get it. She could have asked the teacher of course, but she was still handing out papers, and Jewel was too impatient to wait until she was finished.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Chandler was pretty much staying quiet for the most part of things. He didn't need to do anything with those things in the little basket there, he didn't even want to do anything with them. He was quiet, yes, and it was a rare thing for a quiet kid to befriend a loud and outgoing kid, but you know how things are. Sometimes the quiet one befriends the not-so-quiet one, and then other times, the not-so-quiet one befriends the quiet one. It all works in several little ways, really. Chandler wasn't good at making friends, but he was praying that this new girl would be able to be a friend of his.
Funny, that, at first he didn't want to make friends with her, but now he was hoping that she'd stick around.
As all the sheets got handed out, with Jewel and Chandler's table being the last ones to get them, all they had to do now was wait for the others to get here, meaning that they'd get more people sat on their table, most likely. Luckily Chandler was next to Jewel, so yeah, that was always good. He was with someone who he was at least comfortable with. The thing he was most scared of today was people sitting on his table and him not liking them, or not being comfortable around them. At least he'd met someone friendly, right? Someone who could look after him, maybe? He'd do the same in return, of course.
Good friends from the start, he was hoping. Hope was all they had right now, I guess, but either way, she soon asked him what one word said. He looked at it and tilted his head a little bit, but then smiled at her. She didn't know. That was okay. He thought it was an easy word, but you know, they were six, and some kids were better at things than others were, so he just helped her out there.
"It says what." He smiled, shrugging once. He looked down at the paper and read over it briefly. There weren't any other words, just the title, so right now it was open to interpretation. What I Want To Be...?
"I dunno what this means." He said. ".. Does it mean like... What animal we wanna' be or somethin'?" He asked, shrugging once as he held the paper up in front of him. "Or... Or... Um... Maybe it's jobs." He said. "I know what I wanna' be when I'm older. I wanna' be one of those guys that digs up dinosaur bones and writes stuff about 'em." He grinned a little. "My daddy's job's boring, so I don't wanna' do what he does. He... Like... He owns stores." He explained. "My mommy... She doesn't have a job." He said. "I had another daddy, but, like... He died before I was born. He wrote books and stuff, but mommy said they were books for grown-ups so I'm not allowed to read 'em." He said, then gave a simple smile. Even depressing topics were worth smiling about to people their age, sometimes.
"So that kinda' means my daddy isn't really my daddy but I call him daddy, anyway." He explained. "I got two little brothers and one older one, but the older one kinda' ain't my brother, he was my daddy's son before he met my mommy, so he's like... My stepbrother I think?" He shrugged. More people were entering the class now, so the morning exercise was gonna' begin soon, by the looks of things. Chandler was right, yes, it was about jobs and such.
"What about your mommy and daddy? What do they do? And do you have any brothers or sisters, too?" He asked, casually crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward, his head resting in them. Only his chin, though, he was still looking at Jewel with a bit of a tilted head - Curiousness, and all.
Funny, that, at first he didn't want to make friends with her, but now he was hoping that she'd stick around.
As all the sheets got handed out, with Jewel and Chandler's table being the last ones to get them, all they had to do now was wait for the others to get here, meaning that they'd get more people sat on their table, most likely. Luckily Chandler was next to Jewel, so yeah, that was always good. He was with someone who he was at least comfortable with. The thing he was most scared of today was people sitting on his table and him not liking them, or not being comfortable around them. At least he'd met someone friendly, right? Someone who could look after him, maybe? He'd do the same in return, of course.
Good friends from the start, he was hoping. Hope was all they had right now, I guess, but either way, she soon asked him what one word said. He looked at it and tilted his head a little bit, but then smiled at her. She didn't know. That was okay. He thought it was an easy word, but you know, they were six, and some kids were better at things than others were, so he just helped her out there.
"It says what." He smiled, shrugging once. He looked down at the paper and read over it briefly. There weren't any other words, just the title, so right now it was open to interpretation. What I Want To Be...?
"I dunno what this means." He said. ".. Does it mean like... What animal we wanna' be or somethin'?" He asked, shrugging once as he held the paper up in front of him. "Or... Or... Um... Maybe it's jobs." He said. "I know what I wanna' be when I'm older. I wanna' be one of those guys that digs up dinosaur bones and writes stuff about 'em." He grinned a little. "My daddy's job's boring, so I don't wanna' do what he does. He... Like... He owns stores." He explained. "My mommy... She doesn't have a job." He said. "I had another daddy, but, like... He died before I was born. He wrote books and stuff, but mommy said they were books for grown-ups so I'm not allowed to read 'em." He said, then gave a simple smile. Even depressing topics were worth smiling about to people their age, sometimes.
"So that kinda' means my daddy isn't really my daddy but I call him daddy, anyway." He explained. "I got two little brothers and one older one, but the older one kinda' ain't my brother, he was my daddy's son before he met my mommy, so he's like... My stepbrother I think?" He shrugged. More people were entering the class now, so the morning exercise was gonna' begin soon, by the looks of things. Chandler was right, yes, it was about jobs and such.
"What about your mommy and daddy? What do they do? And do you have any brothers or sisters, too?" He asked, casually crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward, his head resting in them. Only his chin, though, he was still looking at Jewel with a bit of a tilted head - Curiousness, and all.
ImpossibleGirl
Junior Member
Jewel's little blonde eyebrows furrowed slightly as she huffed, sitting back in her seat and glaring at her paper. She had always been a bit slower at reading than a lot of the other kids, simply because she didn't have a lot of patience for it. It took a lot of time and effort and patience to sound the words out until she got the hang of it, and it was very frustrating for her. Her imagination tended to run wild as well, making it harder for her to concentrate too. And considering she was six and already had a limited attention span... her lack of focus certainly wasn't helping that.
"Thanks." she mumbled back with a smile, before turning back to her sheet of paper to figure out what it said. Despite how frustrating it might be, she was thankful for Chandlers help, and at least knew when to say so. Once she figured out the rest of the sentence though, Jewel was only more confused, her little head tilting to the side a bit. It was an odd little quirk she had when she was confused about something.
Jewel nodded in agreement when Chandler started talking about jobs though, turning her head to look at him as he spoke. "Dinosaur bones?" Her blue eyes widened at that, as she had always thought dinosaurs were make believe. "Dinosaurs are real?" she gasped quietly. Well, if they were, it sounded like a cool job then. A little dirty, but cool.
Leaning forward, Jewel rested her elbow against the table and propped her head up in her hands, resting her cheek in her palm and she listened to Chandler's story. His family sounded so interesting to her, while hers was so boring. "Hmm... well, my Momma's job is really boring, but my Daddy says she's like, the main boss or something, but I dunno." she shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "And my Daddy helps make all the commercials on T.V. Like the cereal commercials and stuff." she smiled slightly. Her dads job, while still a bit boring, was at least more interesting than her moms job in her opinion.
"I have one older brother though. His names Jesse, but he's really annoying. He's always pulling my hair an' pickin' on me." she huffed, a small annoyed pout forming on her lips. "What's it like to have a younger brother though? I've always wanted a little brother or sister, but my Momma and Daddy said no." she asked with a small sigh, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face.
Having always been a social butterfly, Jewel had quickly forgotten about the assignment in front of her, too wrapped up in the conversation with Chandler. Plus, she was six. She didn't have much of an attention span in the first place.
"Thanks." she mumbled back with a smile, before turning back to her sheet of paper to figure out what it said. Despite how frustrating it might be, she was thankful for Chandlers help, and at least knew when to say so. Once she figured out the rest of the sentence though, Jewel was only more confused, her little head tilting to the side a bit. It was an odd little quirk she had when she was confused about something.
Jewel nodded in agreement when Chandler started talking about jobs though, turning her head to look at him as he spoke. "Dinosaur bones?" Her blue eyes widened at that, as she had always thought dinosaurs were make believe. "Dinosaurs are real?" she gasped quietly. Well, if they were, it sounded like a cool job then. A little dirty, but cool.
Leaning forward, Jewel rested her elbow against the table and propped her head up in her hands, resting her cheek in her palm and she listened to Chandler's story. His family sounded so interesting to her, while hers was so boring. "Hmm... well, my Momma's job is really boring, but my Daddy says she's like, the main boss or something, but I dunno." she shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "And my Daddy helps make all the commercials on T.V. Like the cereal commercials and stuff." she smiled slightly. Her dads job, while still a bit boring, was at least more interesting than her moms job in her opinion.
"I have one older brother though. His names Jesse, but he's really annoying. He's always pulling my hair an' pickin' on me." she huffed, a small annoyed pout forming on her lips. "What's it like to have a younger brother though? I've always wanted a little brother or sister, but my Momma and Daddy said no." she asked with a small sigh, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face.
Having always been a social butterfly, Jewel had quickly forgotten about the assignment in front of her, too wrapped up in the conversation with Chandler. Plus, she was six. She didn't have much of an attention span in the first place.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Chandler leaned forward onto the table as well, listening to her talk as he picked up a simple pencil from the basket of things. He wasn’t sure what he was going to draw, though, I mean… What could he actually do? He wanted to draw something dinosaur related, of course, but he didn’t know what dinosaur. He knew all of the dinosaurs, mostly – T-Rex, Raptor, Dilophosaurus, Brontosaurus, Triceratops, Stegosaurus, Carno, Pteradon, Pterodactyl, Megalodon– You name a dinosaur, and he could tell you about it. It was funny, really. Sometimes he’d talk about it really randomly, you know? Sometimes it’d be over the dinner table, other times it’d be during bathtime, and sometimes it’d be at bedtime, as well. There wasn’t really any set time for when he would talk about them, you know? He was a good kid, generally quite a cute and sweet one, but he knew how to talk a lot once he got into it.
“Of course they’re real!” He chirped happily. “Or well they used to be real but some big meteor or something landed and killed ‘em all, so now they’re extinct, which is okay, because that means they can’t hurt us or anythin’.” He smiled. “And… And… Um… Well, we’ve got the bones, though.” He smiled. “And the dinosaurs were like, really big or really small, it kinda’ depends.” He shrugged. “The really small ones were like… I think a little taller than you and me, but the bigger ones were even taller than…Taller than the school!” He grinned. Ah, he loved this sort of talk. He went wild for it, he really did.
“Yeah, my older brother used to be kinda’ mean to me, but my daddy stopped him from doing that and yeah, he’s nice to me now.” He smiled, rocking a little on his seat and glancing around the room before looking back to Jewel. “And… My little brothers, they’re cool.” He smiled. “But I gotta’ share a lot of stuff with ‘em, and the really little brother takes all my stuff and breaks it sometimes and that makes me sad but it doesn’t matter too much.” He smiled. “Mommy said he can’t help it ‘cause he’s young and doesn’t know what he’s doing sometimes.” He explained.
“My other little brother is cool though.” He smiled. “He’s four, so he’s not that much littler than me, and he goes to school, but he goes to a smaller school and he gets to go home before I do which kinda’ sucks but oh well.” He laughed a little bit. “He’s really nice though, and he’s good, he doesn’t steal my stuff or break things or be naughty or anything like that so my mommy and daddy love him too.” He said, then applied the pencil to the paper and slowly drew lines after lines, but he carried on talking. He was trying to make this look like the skeleton of the Megalodon, the prehistoric shark, but he wasn’t sure if it would be that good.
Oh, who am I kidding? He was six. All of his drawings looked good to him – Anything that had a face and some sort of shape was NASA to him, so yeah, let’s just stick with the thought that he was definitely happy and all.
“What do you wanna’ be when you grow up?” He asked, drawing one shaky triangle shape for the shark’s skull, then smiling at it as he scribbled a black spot down near the top to indicate its eye socket. “I dunno’ if you already said. Sorry.” He let out a quiet laugh, or I guess it was more of a giggle. “I don’t think you did.” He smiled a little and looked up with at her. “Do you have anyone to play with at recess?” He asked. “In kindergarten I never got to play soccer or anythin’ like that with the other kids, so if you wanna’, we can play together.” He smiled.
We can bring all of this to a nice, gentle stop soon enough. As soon as we hit that right point… Ah, that’s where things are going to take a turn and start to go a little bit strange, but we’ll see how it goes, right? I’m personally looking forward to all of it. An exciting road ahead indeed.
“Of course they’re real!” He chirped happily. “Or well they used to be real but some big meteor or something landed and killed ‘em all, so now they’re extinct, which is okay, because that means they can’t hurt us or anythin’.” He smiled. “And… And… Um… Well, we’ve got the bones, though.” He smiled. “And the dinosaurs were like, really big or really small, it kinda’ depends.” He shrugged. “The really small ones were like… I think a little taller than you and me, but the bigger ones were even taller than…Taller than the school!” He grinned. Ah, he loved this sort of talk. He went wild for it, he really did.
“Yeah, my older brother used to be kinda’ mean to me, but my daddy stopped him from doing that and yeah, he’s nice to me now.” He smiled, rocking a little on his seat and glancing around the room before looking back to Jewel. “And… My little brothers, they’re cool.” He smiled. “But I gotta’ share a lot of stuff with ‘em, and the really little brother takes all my stuff and breaks it sometimes and that makes me sad but it doesn’t matter too much.” He smiled. “Mommy said he can’t help it ‘cause he’s young and doesn’t know what he’s doing sometimes.” He explained.
“My other little brother is cool though.” He smiled. “He’s four, so he’s not that much littler than me, and he goes to school, but he goes to a smaller school and he gets to go home before I do which kinda’ sucks but oh well.” He laughed a little bit. “He’s really nice though, and he’s good, he doesn’t steal my stuff or break things or be naughty or anything like that so my mommy and daddy love him too.” He said, then applied the pencil to the paper and slowly drew lines after lines, but he carried on talking. He was trying to make this look like the skeleton of the Megalodon, the prehistoric shark, but he wasn’t sure if it would be that good.
Oh, who am I kidding? He was six. All of his drawings looked good to him – Anything that had a face and some sort of shape was NASA to him, so yeah, let’s just stick with the thought that he was definitely happy and all.
“What do you wanna’ be when you grow up?” He asked, drawing one shaky triangle shape for the shark’s skull, then smiling at it as he scribbled a black spot down near the top to indicate its eye socket. “I dunno’ if you already said. Sorry.” He let out a quiet laugh, or I guess it was more of a giggle. “I don’t think you did.” He smiled a little and looked up with at her. “Do you have anyone to play with at recess?” He asked. “In kindergarten I never got to play soccer or anythin’ like that with the other kids, so if you wanna’, we can play together.” He smiled.
We can bring all of this to a nice, gentle stop soon enough. As soon as we hit that right point… Ah, that’s where things are going to take a turn and start to go a little bit strange, but we’ll see how it goes, right? I’m personally looking forward to all of it. An exciting road ahead indeed.
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