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Who: Sam
What: First day of kindergarten.
When: Ages ago. ;)
Where: School, uh duh.
Why: Because... I can.
He wasn't going to like it here.
Sam was sure of that the second he walked into the classroom. He'd had to come to school by himself, his mother was sleeping and four weeks pregnant, and he wasn't about to ask his father to bring him. One thing Sam had been thankful for, school wasn't far. He doubted it'd be the last time he'd have to do it.
But walking, and the potential for questions being asked, really wasn't the problem. It was all the kids. All of whom he'd never met before, didn't really want to meet, and wasn't sure he could talk to if he tried. He was sure he wouldn't know where to begin. Which meant he was going to continue to be by himself. And that was a little boring.
Yes, he definitely didn't like it here.
Sighing to himself, Sam watched the other kids play, and settled on finding a spot to play alone. He walked over to the toy dinosaurs that reminded him of the ones he had at home, and played in silence, half wondering if the entire year was going to be like this. And after this, there was first grade, and what was he going to do then?
Forget it. He thought to himself, and grabbed a brontosaurus from the box of assorted toys. No big deal. And then he tried to imagine himself back in the age of the dinosaurs, with the T-Rex hunting the brontosaurus.
That worked for about twenty minutes.
Then he looked up when he heard kids laughing, and odd groaning noises. Two boys were walking around the classroom with vacant expressions and their arms outstretched in front of them, moving and jerking like they were the living dead. He grinned, entertained along with the other kids, and laughed at their teacher Ms. Fields' aggravation with the two jokers.
Eventually, she got them to settle down, and then everyone moved on to drawing pictures of their family. Sam sat by himself, trying to figure out if he even wanted to do this. Then he figured he didn't want to make the teacher mad on his first day, and started drawing his mother quietly.
He stopped paying attention to everything else, and once he was far enough along, someone knocked into the side of his chair, sending him clean over. "Hey!"
"Whoops, sorry."
Sam got up, picking up his chair, and turned to face one of the zombie boys from before. This one had brown hair that got in the way of his eyes, and an eternally amused expression. "... Don't worry about it." He mumbled, shrugging.
"I'm not worried..." The boy looked confused, frowning. "Why would I be worried?"
Sam stared at him for a second, wondering why he didn't get such a commonly used figure of speech. "That... just means I'm not mad." He explained.
"Oh." The boy shrugged, and dropped it at that. "Okay. Whatever." He walked back to the boy he'd been hanging out with before, the one with short sandy blonde hair. And Sam went back to drawing his picture.
Later on, around the second break, he was back playing with the dinosaurs. This time, a raptor and the brontosaurus from before. And just as soon as he settled into it, the bronto was taken out of his hands. The brown haired boy from before seemed not to get that this was interrupting, despite the look Sam gave him. "I'm gonna use this, okay?"
"But I was--" He sighed, watching him go, and something in Sam got annoyed. He'd been nice enough when this boy had knocked him over, and now the dinosaur he'd been playing with had just been stolen from him. He got enough of being pushed around, and worse, at home. He didn't need this.
Still, Sam tried to leave it alone. He sighed, going and playing with something else, but it stayed with him. Straight up until snack time. He didn't want to be bullied, and maybe in some ways this had been just the beginning. He could get pushed again, and more toys stolen from him, and other things could happen. So what was he going to do about it?
Sam stood from his snack finally, and went over to the brown haired boy. He took the T-Rex off the table, and then headed off with it.
"Hey!"
Ignoring him, Sam walked out of the room, and straight to the bathroom, hearing four pairs of feet running behind him. He sped up, and then made it inside, and went into the first stall, throwing the T-Rex in the toilet.
"What'd you do that for?!" The brown haired boy asked with wide eyes when he came in.
"You stole the one I was using." Sam braced himself to get beaten up, the fight in him immediately leaving when he saw the sandy haired boy behind the other one, looking just as annoyed with the move, and he wondered what had compelled him to do something this stupid.
"... Well you could've just told me you were mad."
"You walked away before I could say anything."
"Oh." The brown haired boy looked at him blankly for a minute, and then shrugged again. Once more, all seemed to be right again. "I'm sorry."
Sam stared at him again disbelivingly, amazed. It was never this easy for things to be returned to normal at home. Ever. "... Okay." He said after a few moments of silence.
"If I do something again that isn't good, tell me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
The brown haired boy nodded, and then suddenly grinned at him. "You're pretty cool. My name's Michael, but you can call me Madsen."
"I'm Sam." He grinned back, finding it sort of strange that this was how he was meeting other kids. Better than being alone, though.
Madsen nodded, and then motioned back to the sandy haired boy. "This is Johnny. He's cool too."
Johnny grinned to Sam. "Hey man, what's up?" He headed past him, taking the T-Rex out of the toilet slowly by its' tail. "So gross." He laughed, handing it off to Madsen, who went over to the sink and started washing it off.
Sam looked a little embarassed. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "I was just mad."
"Don't mention it." Madsen waved off the apology, and then once the dinosaur was clean, turned back to the other boys again. "I did that to Daphne's barbie. She's a snob."
"Who's Daphne?"
"The redhead girl who wears a lot of pink." Johnny grinned. "It was funny. She started screaming and her face got all red and stuff. She almost matched her hair."
Sam just laughed and shook his head, then noticed Madsen eyeing a bruise on his arm. Before the other boy could ask what happened, he pulled his sleeve down. "I fell." He explained, looking down in spite of himself.
Madsen and Johnny were both quiet, getting that it was a lie, but they both nodded just the same. "Okay." Madsen started out, motioning for the others to follow, and carrying the T-Rex with him. When just Johnny followed, he turned back. "Sammy, come on. You don't wanna hang out by yourself all day, do you?"
Startled between being included, and being called 'Sammy', it took him a few seconds to process. They wanted to hang out with him?
Johnny turned back as well, and smirked. "Come on, man. We're going to miss the rest of snack."
Sam grinned and nodded, catching up to them. "Okay. Let's go." He walked back to the classroom with them. "So what were you guys doing before?" He asked as they walked together down the hallway.
"You've never seen 'Thriller'?" Madsen looked over at him curiously. "It's this song that has a music video with all these zombies. My Dad found it on TV. So we decided to come in and act like the zombies."
"You wanna try it, Sam?"
"... Sure." Sam shrugged. "But aren't we gonna get in trouble?"
Madsen laughed. "That's why it's fun!"
And a few minutes later, three little zombies loudly stumbled their way back into Ms. Fields' class, and bumped into a table, knocking over papers and crayons as they went.
And a little redhead screamed indignantly.
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At the end of the day, Sam came home. He could have taken home a few drawings with him that he'd made with Madsen and Johnny during the day, but he chose to leave them there to be hung up, since he doubted it'd be long before they'd be ripped up or destroyed in some way.
His mother came downstairs, and looked confused when she saw him. "I was wondering where you were. What happened today?"
"I went to school, Mom." He sighed, trying to tell where his father was before he went anywhere. "Kindergarten, remember?"
Maria nodded after a minute, looking tired. "Right, right. I forgot. I've been sleeping and throwing up all day." She sat down on the steps. "How was it?"
"I made some friends." He smiled to her as he headed to the stairs, deciding on going up to his room. He watched her nod, only seeming to be half listening, and then look sick. "Mom, are you okay?"
"Morning sickness." She smiled weakly to him, getting up quickly after a moment, and nearly knocking her son out of the way as she bolted upstairs to the bathroom.
Sam stumbled a step, grabbing onto the railing to keep from falling down. He winced a little when heard the door slam, and then heard a grunt soon after. His father must have been sleeping. And that grunt meant that he was awake. He sighed and went upstairs quickly, going to hide in his room before things started getting ugly.
At least he could look forward to school tomorrow.
What: First day of kindergarten.
When: Ages ago. ;)
Where: School, uh duh.
Why: Because... I can.
He wasn't going to like it here.
Sam was sure of that the second he walked into the classroom. He'd had to come to school by himself, his mother was sleeping and four weeks pregnant, and he wasn't about to ask his father to bring him. One thing Sam had been thankful for, school wasn't far. He doubted it'd be the last time he'd have to do it.
But walking, and the potential for questions being asked, really wasn't the problem. It was all the kids. All of whom he'd never met before, didn't really want to meet, and wasn't sure he could talk to if he tried. He was sure he wouldn't know where to begin. Which meant he was going to continue to be by himself. And that was a little boring.
Yes, he definitely didn't like it here.
Sighing to himself, Sam watched the other kids play, and settled on finding a spot to play alone. He walked over to the toy dinosaurs that reminded him of the ones he had at home, and played in silence, half wondering if the entire year was going to be like this. And after this, there was first grade, and what was he going to do then?
Forget it. He thought to himself, and grabbed a brontosaurus from the box of assorted toys. No big deal. And then he tried to imagine himself back in the age of the dinosaurs, with the T-Rex hunting the brontosaurus.
That worked for about twenty minutes.
Then he looked up when he heard kids laughing, and odd groaning noises. Two boys were walking around the classroom with vacant expressions and their arms outstretched in front of them, moving and jerking like they were the living dead. He grinned, entertained along with the other kids, and laughed at their teacher Ms. Fields' aggravation with the two jokers.
Eventually, she got them to settle down, and then everyone moved on to drawing pictures of their family. Sam sat by himself, trying to figure out if he even wanted to do this. Then he figured he didn't want to make the teacher mad on his first day, and started drawing his mother quietly.
He stopped paying attention to everything else, and once he was far enough along, someone knocked into the side of his chair, sending him clean over. "Hey!"
"Whoops, sorry."
Sam got up, picking up his chair, and turned to face one of the zombie boys from before. This one had brown hair that got in the way of his eyes, and an eternally amused expression. "... Don't worry about it." He mumbled, shrugging.
"I'm not worried..." The boy looked confused, frowning. "Why would I be worried?"
Sam stared at him for a second, wondering why he didn't get such a commonly used figure of speech. "That... just means I'm not mad." He explained.
"Oh." The boy shrugged, and dropped it at that. "Okay. Whatever." He walked back to the boy he'd been hanging out with before, the one with short sandy blonde hair. And Sam went back to drawing his picture.
Later on, around the second break, he was back playing with the dinosaurs. This time, a raptor and the brontosaurus from before. And just as soon as he settled into it, the bronto was taken out of his hands. The brown haired boy from before seemed not to get that this was interrupting, despite the look Sam gave him. "I'm gonna use this, okay?"
"But I was--" He sighed, watching him go, and something in Sam got annoyed. He'd been nice enough when this boy had knocked him over, and now the dinosaur he'd been playing with had just been stolen from him. He got enough of being pushed around, and worse, at home. He didn't need this.
Still, Sam tried to leave it alone. He sighed, going and playing with something else, but it stayed with him. Straight up until snack time. He didn't want to be bullied, and maybe in some ways this had been just the beginning. He could get pushed again, and more toys stolen from him, and other things could happen. So what was he going to do about it?
Sam stood from his snack finally, and went over to the brown haired boy. He took the T-Rex off the table, and then headed off with it.
"Hey!"
Ignoring him, Sam walked out of the room, and straight to the bathroom, hearing four pairs of feet running behind him. He sped up, and then made it inside, and went into the first stall, throwing the T-Rex in the toilet.
"What'd you do that for?!" The brown haired boy asked with wide eyes when he came in.
"You stole the one I was using." Sam braced himself to get beaten up, the fight in him immediately leaving when he saw the sandy haired boy behind the other one, looking just as annoyed with the move, and he wondered what had compelled him to do something this stupid.
"... Well you could've just told me you were mad."
"You walked away before I could say anything."
"Oh." The brown haired boy looked at him blankly for a minute, and then shrugged again. Once more, all seemed to be right again. "I'm sorry."
Sam stared at him again disbelivingly, amazed. It was never this easy for things to be returned to normal at home. Ever. "... Okay." He said after a few moments of silence.
"If I do something again that isn't good, tell me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure."
The brown haired boy nodded, and then suddenly grinned at him. "You're pretty cool. My name's Michael, but you can call me Madsen."
"I'm Sam." He grinned back, finding it sort of strange that this was how he was meeting other kids. Better than being alone, though.
Madsen nodded, and then motioned back to the sandy haired boy. "This is Johnny. He's cool too."
Johnny grinned to Sam. "Hey man, what's up?" He headed past him, taking the T-Rex out of the toilet slowly by its' tail. "So gross." He laughed, handing it off to Madsen, who went over to the sink and started washing it off.
Sam looked a little embarassed. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "I was just mad."
"Don't mention it." Madsen waved off the apology, and then once the dinosaur was clean, turned back to the other boys again. "I did that to Daphne's barbie. She's a snob."
"Who's Daphne?"
"The redhead girl who wears a lot of pink." Johnny grinned. "It was funny. She started screaming and her face got all red and stuff. She almost matched her hair."
Sam just laughed and shook his head, then noticed Madsen eyeing a bruise on his arm. Before the other boy could ask what happened, he pulled his sleeve down. "I fell." He explained, looking down in spite of himself.
Madsen and Johnny were both quiet, getting that it was a lie, but they both nodded just the same. "Okay." Madsen started out, motioning for the others to follow, and carrying the T-Rex with him. When just Johnny followed, he turned back. "Sammy, come on. You don't wanna hang out by yourself all day, do you?"
Startled between being included, and being called 'Sammy', it took him a few seconds to process. They wanted to hang out with him?
Johnny turned back as well, and smirked. "Come on, man. We're going to miss the rest of snack."
Sam grinned and nodded, catching up to them. "Okay. Let's go." He walked back to the classroom with them. "So what were you guys doing before?" He asked as they walked together down the hallway.
"You've never seen 'Thriller'?" Madsen looked over at him curiously. "It's this song that has a music video with all these zombies. My Dad found it on TV. So we decided to come in and act like the zombies."
"You wanna try it, Sam?"
"... Sure." Sam shrugged. "But aren't we gonna get in trouble?"
Madsen laughed. "That's why it's fun!"
And a few minutes later, three little zombies loudly stumbled their way back into Ms. Fields' class, and bumped into a table, knocking over papers and crayons as they went.
And a little redhead screamed indignantly.
---
At the end of the day, Sam came home. He could have taken home a few drawings with him that he'd made with Madsen and Johnny during the day, but he chose to leave them there to be hung up, since he doubted it'd be long before they'd be ripped up or destroyed in some way.
His mother came downstairs, and looked confused when she saw him. "I was wondering where you were. What happened today?"
"I went to school, Mom." He sighed, trying to tell where his father was before he went anywhere. "Kindergarten, remember?"
Maria nodded after a minute, looking tired. "Right, right. I forgot. I've been sleeping and throwing up all day." She sat down on the steps. "How was it?"
"I made some friends." He smiled to her as he headed to the stairs, deciding on going up to his room. He watched her nod, only seeming to be half listening, and then look sick. "Mom, are you okay?"
"Morning sickness." She smiled weakly to him, getting up quickly after a moment, and nearly knocking her son out of the way as she bolted upstairs to the bathroom.
Sam stumbled a step, grabbing onto the railing to keep from falling down. He winced a little when heard the door slam, and then heard a grunt soon after. His father must have been sleeping. And that grunt meant that he was awake. He sighed and went upstairs quickly, going to hide in his room before things started getting ugly.
At least he could look forward to school tomorrow.