Summary: Winona was special, and everyone knew it. Five times she used her gift and one time it was her son.
A/N: I dont know if I'm ever going to finish this, because I have so much on my mind, but I needed a breather, and this happened. I tried to make it sound like a little kid, so please review and tell me what you think! It's rated T overall, but this little snippet is only about K or K+. Later, things will get, erm...bloody.
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. Capiche?
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The first time it happened, Winona was five.
She was in school now, a big girl, just like her big sister, Mandy. She could get on the big yellow bus every morning with her pretty pink backpack and brand new white sandals and her long blond hair in pigtails. She smiled brightly as the teacher handed out crayons and paper. Crisp, white sheets of real paper. Winnie bounced in her seat. She had never used real paper before. Never before had she used those colorful wax sticks—crayons—either. She wanted to reach out and touch them, oh did she ever want to touch them, but she had promised Mommy to be a good girl and do exactly what she was told. So she smiled at the blond-haired boy sitting next to him, and his face turned bright red; almost as red as the first crayon in the box.
"Hi." She said in a very small voice. "I'm Winnie. Who are you?" He turned even redder, and he looked up at her. His eyes were big and that pretty color that Mandy had told her was the most beautiful in the whole wide world—cerulean.
The boy gulped a very big gulp and bit his lip a little. "I'm Gerogie-Porgie-Pie." He said in teeny-tiny shy voice. "It's silly, I know. You can call me Georgie instead if you wanna." He had a big hole in his mouth where one of his front teeth was supposed to be, and Winnie thought it mad him look really cute.
Winona nodded very fast-like. "I like your name." She said happily with a big grin on her face, especially for him. "Have you ever colored with crayons ah'fore?" She asked.
"Yeah, once. They were really fun. It's like playing with a rainbow!" Winnie giggled a little and bounced her leg, excited.
"I bet you color real good then!" She said.
Georgie shook his head. "It's lots harder then it looks. You have to hold them a special way!"
Winnie opened her mouth to talk, but just then, the nice teacher-lady dinged the bell in the front of the room and Winnie pressed a finger to her lips instead, ready to explode she was so happy.
"Good morning children!" The teacher said with a smile. "I am your new teacher, Mrs. Hennerson. Welcome to Kindergarten!" She wrote a bunch of funny shapes on the board, shapes that Big Sister Mandy had called letters one day. "Today is the first day of school for most of you, and I would very much like to get to know y'all." Winnie scrunched up her nose at the funny way her new teacher talked. Mommy said saying made-up words like 'y'all' was not a very good thing. She didn't have time to dwell on it though (Dwell was Winnie's favorite word. Big Sister Mandy taught it to her!) Because the teacher was off talking again. "I'm going to point to you, and y'all're going to tell me your name and your favorite color. Let's start with you." She pointed to a pudgy boy in the front of the room.
"I'm John," He said loudly. So loudly, Winona wanted to cover her ears. "and my favorite color is green!" Mrs. Hennerson nodded happily and wrote some more funny sybols on the board.
Winnie tried to pay attention, she really, truly did, but her eyes kept drifting to the crayons sitting in front of her. She kept imaging all of the pretty things she could make with them, and only really paid attention again when the teacher had pointed to Georgie. His face turned red again, and he kept saying 'I' over and over until Winnie pushed on him a little bit. He gulped so loud Winona could hear it. "I'm Georgie-Porgie-Pie an—" He was cut off by a fit of laughter at his name. Winnie snorted and stood up, oh-so angry!
"Don't laugh!" She said. "I like his name. It's a very good name, and I bet he thinks so too!" She turned towards the boy, hinds on her hips, and looked at him sternly. "Don't you Georgie-Porgie-Pie?"
He nodded a little. "I guess. It's better then what my Daddy wanted to name me."
"What was that?" Winona smiled at him, asking him in her mind to keep talking.
He giggled a little. "Tiberius." The whole room laughed even harder and Winnie, feeling really good about herself, sat down.
"Now, what were y'all saying?" Mrs. Hennerson asked Georgie. This time, instead of being shy, Georgie smiled.
"My name is Georgie-Porgie-Pie, and my favorite color is Yellow!" Winona clapped happily for him, like had just won a big race!
Now the teacher pointed to Winona, and she stood up proud. "My name is Winona Elizabeth Belisio-Greyson, and my favorite color in the whole wide world is Cerulean!"
All of the kids 'ooh'ed at her big word, and Winnie sat down smiling.
There were only a few kids left after she went, but Winnie found that she couldn't keep her eyes off the paper and crayons again. Finally, finally, finally, the teacher said it was time to color. She showed everyone the special way you hold crayons (which were much much much different from holding a stylus!) then told everyone to draw something very special to them. Winona was just about to open her brand-new box of colors when the teacher walked over to her a kneeled down so Winona could see every tiny wrinkle on her face. "Will you please come with me, Winona?" Mrs. Hennerson asked. Winona frowned and looked between her crayons and her teacher, then sighed and placed the box back on the table. She had promised promised promised Mommy that she would be good, and that meant talking to her new teacher.
Mrs. Hennerson led Winnie to a corner of the room by a rocking chair and had her sit in it. "It was very nice of you to stand up for Georgie," She said. "I am very, very proud of you Winona." Winona smiled and let the teachers face go blurry so she could see her crayons at her table better. "I want you to know that what you did was very brave."
"Thank you ma'am." Winnie said, shifting so she had an even better look at her crayons. She could almost see herself drawing at that table with those pretty colors.
"Are you alright, Winona? You seem distracted." Mrs. Hennerson said.
"Oh, I'm fine ma'am." Winnie said immediately. "I just really want to color with those crayons." The teacher smiled and stood up.
"Go right ahead dear."
Winona skipped back to her seat happily and grabbed her box, almost ripping it open. When she looked inside, she saw a lot of pointy, colorful sticks. She gingerly pulled one out of the box and held it in her hand. She smiled as she pulled the clean white paper in front of her. Oh boy oh boy oh boy! She was going to draw a picture with real crayons!
She pressed the tip against the paper and pulled a line. Such a pretty color…the most pretty pink she ever did see. Soon she was coloring a pretty pink flower. It was very pretty, Winona thought. But it was missing something.
Her eyes got all blurry as she continued drawing. She didn't see anything clearly. She want coloring with crayons, she was the crayons. When she finished she blinked, and took a good long look at her picture. Then she frowned. She had drawn a picture of a…boy holding a…picture of a …flower? She looked angrily at the crayon in her hand. It was a beautiful color; it was cerulean.
"Winnie, Winnie!" Georgie-Porgie-Pie said, poking her. "Look at my picture!" Winnie smiled and nodded. Georgie-Porgie-Pie held up a picture of a pretty-pink flower. Winona gasped and looked at her picture. The boy was Georgie! It had to be, it looked just like him! His hair was the right color, his face was the right shape and he was even missing a tooth! It was a picture of him, holding up his picture. Winnie smiled oh-so very happily, and giggled.
"I love it!" She held up her picture to show him. "Look!" Georgie's eyes got really big as he looked.
"It's me! Wow! It looks just like me! How did you know I was gunna draw a flower for you?"
"I don't know." Winnie scratched her head. "I just…did. Do you like it?" Georgie nodded.
Winona drew many more pictures that day. She painted a big red planet, and a funny man with pointed ears, and her big sister in a bea-u-tiful white dress and a tiny little baby. Her favorite though was of a little girl. Her skin was very white and pale, and her lips were bright red. Her eyes were closed and she was lying with a big bunch of flowers in her hands. He bed was really tiny though, and Winnie thought she must have been very uncomfortable. Winnie was talking quietly with her new bestest-buddy when the teacher came around to see their work.
"Well, my oh my, that is wonderful." She said as she picked up her stack of pictures. "You must be a protégée. She looked at them each happily, but frowned when she came to the pretty girl. "Well, this looks just like my daughter. Exactly like my daughter. What is she lying in?"
Winnie shrugged. "A bed?"
Weeks passed. Winona and Gerogie-Porgie-Pie became very good friends, and played and colored every day. One day though, something strange happened. Mrs. Hennerson was not in class. Somebody else was teaching; an old lady with grey hair and a wrinkly wrinkly face. Winona frowned. Mrs. Hennerson was supposed to teach them how to count to 500 today!
"Ma'am" She asked sweetly. 'Where is Mrs. Hennerson?" The lady frowned.
"There has been a horrible accident. Her daughter, Wistera, died last night, at her own hands."
Winnie frowned, and thought of her picture from weeks ago, the one Mrs. Hennerson said looked just like her daughter. Maybe it hadn't been a bed she was sleeping in…
A/N: Whaddya think? Review and let me know If I sould continue!