I got this idea from working on my other story, Susqueah Wrestling Camp. I've seen a couple of kids stories, but hope that mine will be unique. I hope ya'll like it! Review!
Adam Copeland (Edge) 6 ½
Jason Reso (Christian) 6 ½
Chris Irvine (Chris Jericho) 6
Matt Hardy 6
Jeff Hardy 5 ½
John Cena 4
Randy Orton 4
Stu Bennett (Wade Barrett) 3 ½
Stephen Farrelly (Sheamus) 3 ½
Cassie James 5
Jessica James 6
Mickie James 6
Alright! Well, here you go!
WARNING! I absolutely suck at accents, but will try hard to make them believable!
Adam Copeland and Jay Reso were sitting at the drawing table. Adam was drawing a big E, while Jay was drawing a big C.
Now, you might be wondering why they were drawing the letters instead of drawing their initials. Well, Jay and Adam had decided that their ring names would be Christian and Edge. They were watching TV when they thought of the names. Then, they decided that they "totally reek of awesomeness" and shall be addressed as E and C, or Edge and Christian. Edge, or Adam, insisted that his name be first. After a few minutes of arguing, Jay's small attention span finally got the best of him and when he went to get an ice pop, he gave up. So it was decided that it would be E and C or Edge and Christian, not C and E or Christian and Edge.
Anyway, the two little boys grinned at each other before grabbing a hole puncher and some string. By the time that they were done, Jay and Adam had the signs on their neck, over their chests. They pulled their long hair into low ponytails, and put sunglasses way too big on their faces.
Meanwhile, across the room, Chris Irvine and Stu Bennett sat. Chris had been lecturing the younger boy about changing his style. Stu had a pout on his face.
"I don't wanna!"
Chris glared at him, crossing his arms. "Don't be a dumbyhead, Stuart! You hafta so that people will be 'fraid of you!"
Little Chris's blonde hair was spiked, done by his father every morning. He had on a little blue Cookie Monster t-shirt and dark wash jeans with blue Converses. Stu, on the other hand, had on a blue polo. His black hair was slicked back, done by his babysitter. He had on khakis with little dress shoes. Stu was quite proud of his look. He liked being the only English child in the class, and thought that he represented his home country well. He thought that he was distinguished and adorable.
"I don't want people scared of me, Chris! I want peoples to like me." His little bottom lip pushed out more. Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Across the room, John and Randy sat. John grinned broadly, standing and putting his Redskins cap on backwards.
"Cause I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady! All you other slim shadys are just imitating! So won't the real slim shady please stand up! Please stand up!"
Randy looked up from watching the classroom pet, a snake, glaring at him. "SHHHH! Snakey's sleeping."
"He's a snake! He can't sleep!" John said, with an eye roll.
He loved his best friend dearly, but his obsession with snakes was too much. The eldest Orton child was obsessed with snakes since he was old enough to know what they were. He had begged his father multiple times to get him a snake, and Bob had said no every time. Bob Orton hated snakes and always had, and was not about to let one into his home. So, Randy had to settle with the class pet, Snakey, which didn't help his obsession at all. He was fiercely protective of the small, green garden snake. Once, Jeff had tried to get Snakey out by picking him up by his head. Randy snapped, tackling him.
Speaking of the Hardy boys, let's see what they're doing, shall we?
At the moment, Jeff was sitting next to Matt, bouncing up and down, giggling wildly. He had chugged Mountain Dew and skittles that morning, and now the five and a half year old couldn't sit still. He was being watched by their cousin for the week, because the boy's parents had gone on vacation. Otherwise, Jeff knew that he would never be allowed sugar. His mom forbid it, because of Jeff's hyper activeness.
Matt looked at his little brother, getting increasingly annoyed. He was trying to read Green Eggs and Ham, like Mr. Michaels had assigned, but kept getting distracted. He loved his little, dysfunctional brother dearly, but his was getting annoying. Especially when he couldn't read a book.
"Please stop." Matt asked, for the tenth time. Jeff's gaze shot to him and he giggled.
"Whatcha readin', Matty?
"A book," Matt said, glaring at his little brother. "A book that Mr. Michaels told us to read!"
"Silly Matty! Books are for kids!" Jeff said, giggling at his joke that made absolutely no sense.
"I'm gonna trade you in for a new brother." Matt muttered. Jeff gasped, horrified at the thought.
"NOOOO!" He grabbed his big brother and held onto him tightly. "My Matty!"
Matt groaned. It was only 8 o'clock. This was going to be a long day.
